Astrid Lynn

Collecting answers to what changes the way it feels to be human. My bookshelf and gym bag are both equally overpacked. I build things. Sometimes they are spaces, sometimes ideas, sometimes stronger bodies and calmer nervous systems. Sculpture taught me to think with my hands. I am suspicious of consumerism, unfortunately, fascination is expensive. My hoarding habit mostly involves diplomas, hobbies, books, and objects that still carry the fingerprints of the person who made them. I disappear into rabbit holes until unrelated disciplines start talking to each other. I choreograph unnecessary delight. Tadao Ando’s concrete. Cashmere against skin. Frankincense in the air. Miles David at night. Pyramid-shaped sea salt. Conversations that quietly become philosophy. I still haven’t found an English word for this way of moving through the world. Until then, I’m borrowing “gourmand.” Tantra taught me that attention is a practice. Financial ambition fueled almost entirely by my future baby goat. You’ll benefit from my nymphomania and neurodivergence. For the footnotes, CV, and less theatrical details, there’s a website. For whatever idea decided to adopt me this week, there’s twitter. I’m endlessly charmed by people who light up when they talk about what they love. Tell me about the last idea that completely hijacked your curiosity.