Hi! I’m Nina. Copywriter, creative lead, journalist, content creator, word ninja, grammar geek, fashionado, dance nut, and music maniac. Basically, a bad-ass b*tch.
Here’s why: I can school you from Les Lumières’ first theories to the Pink Rebellion in India, yet can also discuss at length all the ways culottes are the pant-form underdog and why their comeback is rightful and deserving. I’m also a quiet activist who mutes her opinions during world churning events, yet will shut down an uneducated, unstructured lengthy Facebook status update in 144 characters or less.
Sure, my enviable style at times discredit my legitimacy, but totally works for me when talking myself out of tickets and better yet, tardy timesheets. Is it my fault Celine knows the structural architecture of a bag? I didn’t ask her to punctuate them with ridic lush textures. And, did I call Stella McCartney suggesting she elevate the classic brogue into a tri-coloured slice of heaven? No, I didn’t. I’m the victim here.
Yet it’s my love for fashion that lead me to journalism; and my quest for constant, demanding intellectual pursuits brought me to advertising. I am who I am, and bottom line, that’s a kick-ass writer who relentlessly perseveres against all odds, especially her own. Just please don’t distract me with Chanel.
Oh, and I once tried to be vegan. But my choice in outerwear exposed my truths. So now I’m one of those vegetarians who’s chill with eggs – and whose leather skinnies don’t make her a hypocrite.