Claire de Lune

The hypothetical progeny & pride of Margot Tenenbaum & Lydia Deetz hailing from a dented, tin can of a trailer nestled in an almost magical, mostly unmentionable place with a silver spoon & Marlboro light in her mouth whilst bee bopping around to the neighbors yelling, the nearby GE plant’s hum & a surf punk mixtape your cool cousins gf won’t shut tf up about, all the while refusing to learn the difference between swimwear & typical day to day garments with just enough private schooling & partial real world escapes to have legitimate thrift store know how & genuine self deprecation, but only if Margot had been funny & Lydia was southern. She teeters between west coast white trash & southern belle flair giving a fine explanation for an almost unconscionable predilection for red silk, dirt & flags alike. Usually dissociative & daydreaming, although occasionally psychic, she still can’t find her shoes. Southern witch, kind of a bitch