Cut the static. The system feeds on slick, cold noise. This is the Shangri-La Trading Company—Workshop and Studios. My operation. My rules.
They push specialization—a tidy, miserable box. Reject that loop. I am the outsider generalist—a phantom in the greasy, beautiful trades. I learned enough of all of it—from the physical craft of kustom culture to the visual syntax of film—just enough to splice the disciplines.
Create the rupture. Forge a new paradigm.
The focus is not belief. The focus is Immersion. I seek only to construct an existence I can stand living in, creating a human-centric aesthetic bubble that smells like rust and possibility.
The world is a tired film loop.
The digital state: it’s discrete, it’s sterilized, it’s a bad translation. It fails at the periphery—at the infinite, chaotic grace of the analog. My work is located precisely at that slippage—the moment the technical control ends and the necessary analog soul breaches the surface.
My interests are not discreet files; they are a constant, chaotic convergence of technique. I value no discipline above the utility it lends the mix. Every act is rooted in the imperfect, human signal—the warp and weave of the vintage transmission. Modernism is a clean prison.
Tenets of Operation: Reality is augmented. Surgical precision. I construct the physical props, the materials, the digital media—all true to their time, real or fabricated. Every act is repair culture. Anti-consumerist logic. Worlds are built with weight and history.
Through Shangri-La Trading Co., I strive to construct immersive, impactful, alternate realities.
My commitment is to the persistence of the Real signal.
The operation continues...