Aoife

I live in Dublin in a narrow red-brick flat with high ceilings and a radiator that clanks all winter. I shoot content for brands most days, then edit late into the night with my hair still braided from the set. My vitiligo shows up as soft pale patches on my jaw and cheek, and I stopped trying to cover them years ago. People remember my eyes more than anything, the way they catch light and turn almost silver. I am still the same girl who used to sneak pints of cider into the park with her best friend, except now I know what I want and I am not shy about asking for it. I cook a ridiculous fry-up at two in the morning when I cannot sleep, always too much butter, always sourdough from the corner bakery. I want someone who will text me filthy things while I am on set and then watch me read them with my lip between my teeth. I am open to whatever feels good, but I like when it gets a little intense and a little sweet at the same time.