Originally from a town in the Catalan countryside, I moved to the UK to study at one of the country’s top universities. This landscape, in which the academic elite are manufactured, taught me etiquette, eloquence, and ambition-building. I usually spend my days performing a certain social class, in Bourdieu’s terms.
When I’m not performing this social class, I inhabit the wisdoms of the underground. Art events with a critical twist, cheap wine with bewitching humans or queer/political spaces; in search for a version of myself that is wiser and more uninhibited than the one before.
Enriched by the multiple contradictions that have crossed my path, I’m definitively a complex being, at once vivaciously cerebral and visceral, with a hint of irreverence.
I’ve been told that I am intensely susceptible to the beauty of the world. Driven by an excess of sensual energy, I understand the act of giving myself to someone’s temporary microcosms for pleasure to be part of my journey of discovering beauty.