PERCOTA STUDIOS
it started with a girl
she felt i was too much too obsessive too restless
like i’d ruin myself chasing things no one else could see
and maybe she was right maybe i’m still ruining myself but it feels holyso i built this
not a business not a blog not some pretty brand
just a place to spill the noise and call it a magazine
a place where money music fashion all collapse into each other
where every thought every system every breakdown is part of the architecturethis isn’t for everyone i don’t even want it to be
it’s for the ones who feel it in their chest when they’re alone at night
the ones who’ve lost people and found visions instead
the ones who can’t stop building even when it’s burning them alivemoney
fuck you money, 9 figures type shit
music
expression and creation, the way you live life and enjoy it
fashion
identity, finding yourself in the way you move, in the style of how you do thingspercota studios is not content it’s my journal
a fever a revenge letter a love letter a suicide note that keeps rewriting itself every morning
and if you’re still reading maybe you belong here