Everything I make is the same question in a different colour.
Indigo cloth and the hands that still dye it. Cannabis as fibre, as medicine, as policy. Records at 2am, photographs from the road, and a stubborn belief that the system is a draft, not a final copy.
The five sides
01 — 05Buyi indigo, and the vats it comes out of. Cloth I've sourced, garments I've built, and the archive pieces I couldn't sell if I tried.
A plant that makes rope, medicine and a legal argument. Ventures I've run, fields I've walked, and more regulation than anyone should have to read.
What I play while the room is still filling, and what I play at four. Sets, crates, and the playlists I actually keep updated.
Mostly 35mm, mostly while travelling, mostly of people who hadn't noticed. The frames I couldn't leave behind.
Where I've landed on peace, on ecology, on who the system is actually built for. Slower than a timeline, and signed.
Right now
Sept 2026On the decks
The playlist that's been on repeat this month, and the last set I recorded.
On the table
A dye batch, a hemp sample, a half-finished idea. Whatever is physically in front of me.
On my mind
What I'm reading, arguing with, and slowly changing my position on.