My Margot - Ghosts and Clothes: A Self Portrait, a contemporary psychological one-woman pop-opera
Coming 2027.
Cinematic fever dreams and cut glass confessions :
An unravelling, a seduction.
“Margot is the star, the scandal, and the story — too full for their pens, too knowing for their lines, too alive to be written by anyone but herself.”
"Would get emotionally ruined here again."
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With the orchestra in her head, Margot is forever living in a movie —
framing moments and feelings as the art of life.
Painting her confessions outside the lines, she becomes the muse, the maker, and the mirror in Ghosts and Clothes: A Self Portrait —
a love letter to contradiction, longing, and the beautiful theatre of becoming.
A self-portrait painted from inside the frame; trying to understand herself while creating herself.
Spritzed in madness, delicious desire, wistful whimsy, and beautiful torment, Margot’s art invites you behind the curtain — where vulnerability becomes spectacle and desire, delight, and danger are reflected back.
Magnetic in her melancholy, soaked in silk and contradiction, with a tongue that cuts like glass but kisses like the third glass of wine.
Drunk on love — or is it the old fashioned? She doesn’t know either. She just loves the feeling.
Margot’s songs are sonically rich and textural —
the score and soundtrack of a complex self.
A soundscape of who she is, and who she longs to be — of how life is, how it could be… or perhaps, should be.
Like the concoction of a perfume, Margot crafts her music for the sensory experience — cinematic strings and storytelling vocals at the top; a heart of love, ache, and existential overwhelm; the base being brutal honesty, whatever that is.
She is the drama, danger, and dessert —
The candlelight, confession, and consequence.
Serving seduction and spectacle in equal measure, her work is rich with longing, threaded through with the quiet ache of wanting to be seen rather than simply admired.
Caught somewhere between muse and maker, illusion and truth, Margot lingers in the delicate theatre of love, beauty, and unraveling —
where art and life blur together,
and every role begins to fit a little too well.
For Margot, love and art are both acts of devotion.
Perhaps that is why they have a habit of consuming one another.
In art, as in life — she wakes and comes alive when almost everyone has just about left.
Margot believes the fine line between art and life is in the framing.
And within the safety of the frame, she explores her own uncomfortable truths — for art without meaning is merely decoration.
She is both blessed and cursed by the awareness that light and shadow need one another; that beauty can only exist because of decay.
Through her music and visual world — a contemporary psychological one-woman pop-opera — you are invited to linger with your own contradictions; to see yourself reflected in the half-light, knowing, with a touch of irony, that a portrait of self is nothing without good lighting and just the right amount of shadow.
For those who wish to linger...
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