Naomi Preizler knew she wanted to be a model since she was a little girl. What she didn't know is that luxury is vulgar.
In time, she was traveling, posing and modeling around the world. Living in tiny apartments in London, Paris and New York. Everything seemed perfect, beautiful, fast and shiny. In London, Preizler started listening to plenty of music. That became her escape.
In Paris she drew, went to museums, attended shows and got a job as an illustrator. New York was all about frivolity. Tokyo cleansed her. "Japanese thinking was a huge influence in my own." Traveling helped her in terms of her education. That experience allowed her to model with Chanel, Givenchy, Balenciaga, Jean Paul Gaultier, Marc Jacobs and all the giant names in the fashion industry.
In the meantime, she found that she was uncomfortable: beauty is demanding. She had to be skinnier, prettier, more symmetrical, more perfect. More everything, or less everything. Naomi felt out.
At 22, Preizler came back to Argentina. She'd made her decision: She didn't want to be a model, she wanted to be an artist. She discovered she could rap over the beats . Then, she never looked back
