Aura Virelli

Bred between the sacred mist of Machu Picchu and the neon heat of Miami. From Peru I took the strength of the Andes and a tongue that whispers “papi” spiced with ají; from the USA I caught the obsession for the perfect rep and the dirty words that make you shake. My grandma taught me to pray to the moon, my goth crushes taught me to dress her in latex; so now I punish and pray in the same set. Bilingual by blood, strict by choice, Peruvian by rhythm, American by edge.