In a world of veneers, this Vietnamese-American R&B artist chooses to honour the tradition of nhuộm răng đen, the practice of blackening teeth like her grandmother before her. In many Asian cultures, it's seen as a symbol of beauty, femininity, strength and a way to ward off evil spirits. Like many elements of SAILORR's aesthetic, everything is layered with meaning. She finds different ways to pay homage to her culture, nod to nostalgic moments from her upbringing and reference those who've influenced her work.
Take her track W1LL U L1E? for example. It was inspired by an iconic writer, poet, educator and activist Nikki Giovani and the conversation she had with James Baldwin. Another is her cover art, a reference to Animorphs, a series of science fiction and fantasy books. The artwork
is also a nod to Franz Kafka's Metamorphosis, a book published in 1915 in which a salesmantransforms into a roach.

Whether you're a fan or newly discovering her, it's hard to deny her unique talent, creativity and knowledge of her ancestry. Her artist name references the mass exodus of refugees that fled Vietnam by boat after the war, "most of my family and the people I come from
were sailors", she explains. For those with virgin ears to her unique sound, it rests somewhere between RnB, hip-hop and
musical theatre, a backtrack to her sassy verses, sneak disses and descriptive storytelling. To sum it up in her words, she creates songs that bad bitches cry to. Others may relate more to the description of songs that girls can run over curbs in their Nissan Altimas to.
SAILORR's words are hard truths wrapped in baby pink bows, paired with thigh high fur covered boots beneath pleated
miniskirts.

Whether you're nursing a broken heart, fed up with being let down, in the midst of a budding romance or finally ready to go no contact with your ex, SAILORR's distorted synths and bittersweet melodies will help you find a way to fully commit to the mania and remedy your crash outs, looking bad whilst doing it.

Ever wondered what your favourite SAILORR ballad says about you? Well, you've scrolled to the perfect place.

A deadpan gaze embedded in the melody, the words speak to you. You are well and truly done, by every sense of the word. The conversation is already over and it's been over for a very long time. Back problems from sleeping on a frameless mattress on the floor, emotions as blunt as the ones you smoke, needless to say, your last relationship left you a little raw. You may be a bit sore around the edges, but for once, your anger is clear. Clear and free from chaos, you know exactly where to aim it. Days of romanticising the pain and struggle, just to get by, are behind you. You've learnt to stop apologizing and your aesthetic has followed. Brows bleached to the point of transparency, lashes like fans cloud your unimpressed eyes and your waist length tresses no longer iron pressed, they're free and unpolished. You've adopted a new refusal to confine yourself, unshaven and proud.

You're a guarded romantic. Romance guarded by a pair of thicc thighs built on a creatine-heavy diet. You'll happily wear a wedding dress, as long as it's understood you'll be walking down the aisle in 8 inch Pleasers, smoking a cigarette.

Your repeated pleas for cuddles may come off soft, but should never be mistaken for submission. All you want is real closeness, theatre romance makes your stomach turn. You just want to be adored as you are, the lover girl who claps back. You wear a full beat, graphic and bold enough to withstand cheek smooshes and endless smooches. Your hair pulled back and proud, baring a face too pretty to be hidden. Braids embellished with baby pink bows, yet the look is loud, strong and unapologetic.

Never has a melody spoken to your soul as directly as this one. Its distorted synths unfold like a glorious crash out, you've never felt more seen. You were somebody's first real thing. Since then, you've been replaced with a watered down version. An act of emotional plagiarism, a crime. You are the blueprint; you don't listen to voices that say otherwise. A reference point, never a follower. You're striking in a way that cannot be replicated, you know this. Your presence lingers long after you leave the room.

You begin every day with a willingness to look at polarising issues. Sharp details, contrast and tension, head to toe. An energy that exudes this is mine, reflected in your footwear, bold lashes and liner, not to mention statement hair. Updos that are never played safe, silhouettes that are recognisable. Volume that adds a few inches with enough visual weight to balance out your knee high fur boots. An updo
complete with hair accessories (or several) loud enough to announce your arrival.

Cheeks full from eating out almost every night, sitting right beside them, never opposite. A sign of real, true love. You just need one last piece of reassurance, you need to be shown off, or perhaps a list of blocked accounts, either will do. You're tired of mystery, sick of guessing games, you're craving
certainty. Is your face on their lockscreen too much to ask?

You just want to be chosen loudly, you look so good beside them. Your meticulously crafted aesthetic deserves to be seen publicly, always polished and intentional, always photographs well. Casualty is a crime when it comes to wardrobe; your hair always reflects the same notion. It's never thrown up in a
bun or claw clip, but rather a playground of textures. Heavy braids, overlaying concrete, set slick back buns crafted in the shape of bows or love hearts. The more prepping, planning and steps required, the better.

You're not midst a glorious crash out, and you're not crying, grieving your last relationship or plotting
your revenge, you're just enjoying the present. You don’t take life too seriously, you're a dreamer. A
day dreamer to get specific. Emails fail to find you, you're too busy lying in the garden or dozing off
amongst the suds of a bubble bath.

You aimlessly braid until your heart's content, whether the strands belong to you, a dear friend or
lover, you'll just keep entwining, overlapping and pink bowing until all your worries simply fade away.