occupation: erotic dealer. a whore to some, artist to others, wifey material to a hopeful few - i do cook very well.

i was born in kabul under the taliban. i stole from pomegranate gardens, danced in sunlit poppy fields, watched stars while scorpions moved through the dark below. innocence and fear dancing together. i was raised in london. i just had to wait until no one was looking to start dancing.

one day i stopped waiting, left my biological parents’ home, england, and islam.

i started with self-portraits. then boudoir, then nude, then BDSM - the camera as the first honest mirror i had ever looked into. i started building a body of work and kept building.

a decade across the adult industry from spankingserver, ersties, abbywinters, faketaxi, sexhub, niksindians, and others. showing up, taking direction, occasionally running the room. somewhere along the way i started creating my own content because no one tells the story better than the person living it.

these days i shoot, perform, produce, write (published blogger), coach, consult, sit still for painters, and i am even the subject of a channel 4 documentary. on my substack, filth and letters, i write about intimacy, relationships, and life.

i am based in central europe. i travel for work, i travel for pleasure, sometimes i can’t tell the difference.

if you want to book me - for a shoot, a session, a collaboration, or a conversation, you know where to find me.

if you just wanted to know who i am, now, you do.

on days off i watch star trek, cook, paint, train, read, learn languages, watch films.

somewhere leonard cohen is singing about the crack where the light gets in. i know that crack. i have lived in it. still here. still becoming.