I’m a full-service drag dominatrix — performer, host, artist, and stylist — but don’t get it twisted: performance is the crown. Everything else spins around that.
This is what I do. This is the show. I take a track, rip it open, and bleed it out live. Expect splits, emotion, fury, and laughter — all sequined. My lip syncs aren’t imitation; they’re possession. When I hit the stage, the song belongs to me.
Bars, venues, events — if there’s a stage, I’ll burn it down.
Give me a mic and I’ll turn your night into a movement. I host, roast, command, and charm — sometimes all in one sentence. Whether it’s a drag competition, a packed club, or your weird corporate mixer, I know how to own a crowd. I’m not just the host — I’m the heartbeat.
Your wig deserves reverence. I cut, curl, sculpt, and revive with precision and attitude. From beat-to-death units to couture crowns, I’ll make her look born again.
Forget “family-friendly.” I’m unforgettable. You want edge, humor, glamour, and zero bullshit? Book me. I’ll read your boss, bless your guests, and leave your HR sweating in style.
Faces aren’t canvases — they’re statements. I beat, sculpt, and paint until you look like someone worth staring at. From editorial glam to full drag illusion, I don’t do soft. I do stunning.
Step into my lair and come out unrecognizable. Full transformation — wig, face, padding, the works. You won’t just look like a queen. You’ll feel it.
I capture the electricity. Portraits, promo, chaos. You don’t need to pose — I’ll pull the art out of you. Every photo tells the truth: we were hot, we were loud, we were alive.
Got something weirder? Wilder? Something you can’t put in a form? DM me @stasinyc (click the link to follow Stasi here, bitch). If it’s thrilling, I’m in.