Some deals come dressed like dreams — but they drain your soul.
When I watched Sinners, it didn't feel like fiction. It felt like a warning.
The vampires, the music, the Southern heat — yes, all of that. But beneath it? It was about Blackness. About brilliance. About how easily our creativity gets hunted, packaged, and sold with none of the soul left in it.
Remmick, the "devil" in the film, wasn't just a bloodsucker. He was a metaphor for the industry, for the system, for every deal that looks sweet but swallows you whole.
He came smiling, offering opportunity, but the moment you said yes, you lost your name, your voice, your power.
That's what it means to be turned.
And that's exactly what I refuse to let happen with LuxLip.
I’m not just selling lip stains — I’m telling a story.