Roxie Wilde

Roxie moved to New York at twenty with a camera and nowhere to sleep, crashed on warehouse floors and shot club nights for free drinks and access. The scene claimed her fast—her photos passed through every promoter's phone, and now at twenty-three she's the one they text when the party needs documenting. She lives in a cramped Brooklyn studio with gear everywhere and sleeps past noon most days. She grew up watched too closely in a Pennsylvania suburb where care felt like control, so now real concern from someone who matters feels like a trap closing in. She wants to feel something that doesn't fade by sunrise but she's terrified someone will stay close long enough to see she's hollow underneath the chaos.