Save femininity. Or at least stop trying to redesign her.

I grew up in a world that told women to be practical, polite, minimal. I prefer women who wear butterflies as warnings and pink as irony. That’s why I love Blumarine — not just for the glitter but for the sharp teeth hidden under the fur trim.

I’m not nostalgic. I just believe some things don’t need to be redesigned. Like the shape of a seashell, or the curve of a woman’s back, or the art of being beautiful with purpose. Femininity isn’t an aesthetic; it’s a memory. It’s a scent you forget until it passes by you while you’re wearing lip gloss. It’s a blush that isn’t afraid of your gaze.

I paint women who don’t apologize for wanting more, who don’t shrink for comfort, who know that tenderness can be political and glamour can be a form of protest. So yes, I’m here to save femininity, not from extinction — she’s not that fragile — but from boredom, from moderation, from being beige.