Nom nom nom.

I'm from a little island called Te Ika a Maui in New Zealand. Actually Ive lived in some the worlds metropolises- Tokyo, London, Buenos Aires...Just completed a year motorcycling solo across South America. This doesn't really define me though. I'm kind of over being an adventure vagabond out in the wilderness, think I have got that phase off my chest. I'm enjoying being able to order pizza at 4am again and having an ironed shirt to spill it on. In the States for a while before moving back to London. I have a degree in visual arts, majoring in performance/video/design; I used to sellotape dead chickens to my face and tell people I was an artist. That then turned into me hosting my own live national TV show where I did similar things. I now have a boutique production company. I also work freelance while on the road. I'm mostly a producer/director for TV, music clips, weird children's animation and I write. I had a Space-Punk-Theatrical-80s-Electro-Rock-Opera band I left in NZ, maybe I'll make a new one soon. Karaoke is my competitive sport, I will kill you. I like eating chilis, mostly jalapeños. I have a massive family. I bought some running shoes but haven't started running. Maybe soon.

Singing
Dancing
Floating
Creating
Travelling
Talking to grandmas
Making the love
Not in that order

They keep interrupting my dinner to ask if anyone has ever told me I look like Ryan Gosling.

Jalapeños. Dinosaurs. Japanese dive bars. Murakami. Brett Easton Ellis. Venus fly traps. Sloths. Vintage robots. 1950s idea of the future. Frozen maracuya drinks. Onsens. Dressups. Barbershop. Astrud Gilberto. Bill Murray. Lips. Empanadas de pollo.

Passport(s)
Scrap paper + pen
Adventure
Toothbrush
Camera
Ukulele
Wait I have 6 more:
Jalapeños
Orgasms
Inner turmoil
Stimulation
Rhythm
Ok, love

If I should throw it all in and go another direction. Again. Also if I need to find the happiness and fulfillment of the entire universe within the pouring of a single cup of tea or if I just need to shut the fuck up and be more productive. Then I think how productive I actually am and that productivity is a subjective matter and in fact I am achieving all I put my mind to. Then that leads me into pondering the effects of what steps I've put in place make me who I am versus the idea of predetermination. Then I think about how I should have picked up some tea at the store. No scrub that, I want a coffee.

Drunk. Dancing. Trying to steal a microphone. Getting caught up in never ending conversations with old lesbian women about washing powder brands or latino bathroom assistants at clubs about the current cease fire between rebels and the army in Colombia because I get easily distracted/intrigued. I do have some special powers though. My dance moves are pretty amazing but I think some people would beg to differ. Sometimes I need to escape to a dark corner and just dance-therapy it off. My singing rulz and I think most people would agree with that. I think my smile does some stuff sometimes too, I'm super genuine and you'll figure that out pretty quick.

Don't get me started. I've divulged my most initmate secrets on a whim to Bolivian taxi drivers to practice my Spanish. It doesn't take much.
I also had sex on top of Machu Picchu.

Sexy, fun, adventurous, good hearted, smart, well read, creative, crazy.