Michael Enoches

Visha Loo: Twisted Pin-up Michael Enoches

I wasn?t always like this. I used to be shy. I was like every other goth kid. I didn?t like myself. I became a hairstylist. I stumbled upon a photographer; it was a gift, perhaps even kismet. I posed for pictures. I wanted to be famous. I bewitched as I arrested. I seduced him; We emerged as Us. I wore black; I wore ruffles; I wore latex; eight-inch heels, ball gags, handcuffs and sometimes, next to nothing. I got married on Halloween. I was gaining exposure. I needed more. So I disappeared and joined a circus. I fell in love with the stage after finding contortion. I designed my own fantasy featuring my very own avatar. I?m explicit and indulgent. I?m your fetish; the illustration; forever changing; a rabid vixen. I?m immortally curious. I embody the unexpected and I am fluent in many kinds of crazy. My daydreams are my actuality. My mom is my #1 fan. My presence is otherworldly; my craft begat my universe. My flair emerges from eclectic disorder, depicting fashion horror, unsurpassed. I fuse deranged with Disney in ballet stilettos and PVC corsets, using my freakish fantasia to flirt with your hellish-half. My creativity is endless, I gorge your senses for recreation. I am anarchy, rendered in the likeness that I?ve shaped from scratch. Most of all, I am Visha. I live without regrets. I?m not afraid of anything. I love who I am. I am vain. I am voguish. And I?m purely meant to be looked at.