WHO ?

ISTARA

They/Them | 19 | Fashion Communication student

QUEER, DRAMATIC AND DANGEROUSLY OVER-CAFFEINATED

Raised on ripped fishnets, love songs that punch back, and the kind of fashion that makes people stare (and flinch).

Part-time poet, full-time mess.

Dances alone to sad bangers. Cries in eyeliner.

Worships chaos, glam, and anyone who ever made being weird look holy.

A LITTLE WORD FOR MY WEIRDOZ :

I started WEIRDOZ because I was sick of being told to tone it down.

For the ones who dress like a scream and feel like a mixtape.

For the kids who found God in a guitar riff and gender in a thrifted leather jacket.

For the queers who built identity from eyeliner, playlists, and patched-up denim.

For the people who live through lyrics, dress like rebellion, and find softness in chaos.

For the kids who felt more seen at a basement show than at a family dinner.

For the ones who learned to love themselves in front of a mirror, soundtracked by Bowie, Hozier, or a messy fan edit.

Sick of closets — stylistic, emotional, political.

Sick of waiting for space, so they carved one out instead.

I grew up looking for myself in magazines and only finding ghosts.So now i make a mag where misfits don’t just exist— we take up space, steal the mic, and glitter-stain the walls.

No binary, no genre, no apologies.

This is not just fashion.

It’s community. It’s chaos. It’s chosen family in fishnets.

It’s a manifesto in combat boots.