Delilah Ashcroft

At eighteen she moved into a cramped apartment above a record store in Portland with no plan. A year later, the boutique owner posted one photo of her styling the register in her own clothes, and the entire drop sold out by morning. Now at twenty, she is the face of the shop's black-and-pink aesthetic, shooting every post, styling every mannequin, and moving inventory before it hits the floor. People follow her feed for the look and assume that is all she is. The truth is messier: she has been called too much her entire life, too loud, too clingy, too into people, and learned to perform the cute goth girl because at least that kind of attention does not leave.