ali UNHhhh . capitol . baq

Aleksándra Ustimovich. Or Ali UNHhhh, for short. And yes, please watch the spelling.

Oftentimes, I'm asked "What is your aesthetic, exactly?" Hell if I know. A mixture of everything, really, it can switch like a dime. One moment, I'm your favorite Northern-accented hooker aesthetic, and in the next, I'm running so far into left field that my hair is a wreck. That's the magic of entertaining: you need to know your audience. I'm an entertainer by trade. The idea I need to portray in order to pay the bills is the idea I will exist in for the moment. Truth be told, I find more joy in the audience that lets me embrace my more outlandish side. There's a freedom there that I can exhibit that simply feels more personable. While I love the Capitol more than anything, their neediness to stretch me out in all directions is beyond exhausting.

But stretching out has been my forte. If there's one thing that I'm committed to, it's the art of an acrobat. Every one of my performances entails some sort of flexible creativity, no matter how visually stunning or cooky.

While my favorite color is red, the color of impurity and evil, I cannot describe myself as either of those things in reality. I tend to lean into the sexy mystique of the color when I utilize it around those sorts of patrons.

So again, what is my aesthetic, exactly? Hard to tell! Perhaps I'm an alien, like my shorthand name might suggest. A foreign being that everyone finds difficult to pinpoint exactly what, or who, they are. Or perhaps Ali UNHhhh has gotten good at portraying what her financial supporters desire her to be in that moment.