There Is Nothing Holy About Hatred.

As Artists, We Are Eternally Heartbroken.

I Don't Want To Make Niche-oriented Music.

In The Deepest Hour Of The Night I Confess To Myself Three Things; I Would Die If I Was Forbidden To Write, Forbidden To Love, Or Forbidden To Fashion....love Each Other, And Celebrate The Art And Lifestyle Of Music.

When I Was Younger, I Felt Pressure To Become Someone Else Once I Became Successful. But It's The Intention Of The Work That's Changed. I Have Fans Now. I Have A New Purpose: To Remind Them That I Am One Of Them, That We Are One Another. My Consciousness Has Changed.

People Ask Me Why I Wear Veils. I Reply, I Am Mourning. Mourning What? Well I Figure Something Shitty Must Be Going On Somewhere.