A fresh curator with a flair for the unexpected has arrived.
- shutter rhythms
A DJ from Hell
DJing found me at the lowest point in my life. I was publicly criticized and blamed—like, literally, across social media. Anxiety hit hard and insomnia followed.
Then, vinyls entered my world. One day, I saw my favorite DJ recruiting students. No hesitation—I DMed him, and that’s where it all began.
It wasn’t easy. It demanded full focus—every slip mattered. But that was the best part. ZEN mode. Pure presence. Nothing else could quiet my mind like spinning records.
I have not thought of persuing this as a profession, but ravers’ energy hit me hard. When I’m sad, angry, or drowning in my own thoughts, I step onto the dance floor and breathe with the crowd.
If you’re a raver who just needs to release something—come to me.
A vinyl kid
Holding my dad’s hand, walking into a record shop—that was my childhood. Buying LPs and cassette tapes was part of our after-kindergarten routine.
I broke multiple turntables growing up. (Sorry dad,) After school, I’d put on random records—didn’t know the titles, didn’t speak English then. I just played whatever and danced. That was my world.
Even now, in a random record shop in a foreign country, the mix of men’s cologne and the scent of old paper, and Bee gees tunes instantly takes me back to my dad’s room. I feel home.
Digging rare gems became an obsession. Berlin, London, Tokyo and wherever the crates call. I sift thru the records, as always.
A Raving Philosopher
I studied Philosophy and Art History in college, diving deep into art through books and debates. During that time, I faced the pain of witnessing the deaths of friends, which was devastating. I dived deep into Buddhist teachings, learning to face suffering, accept it, and slowly move forward.
Outside of the classroom, I found another kind of learning. I spent time in museums, sketching and absorbing the world around me. I lost myself in music, from hip-hop to house, embracing the rhythms and sounds that felt like a reflection of the cultures and emotions I experienced.
It was an excruciating time, yet I fought to survive. I learned many ways to transcend those emotions, and one of them was through raving. The music, the freedom, and the release—it became a powerful way to transform my pain.
These days, I’m reading books on performance aesthetics, and on my arm, there’s a tattoo of Nietzsche’s Übermensch — a constant reminder of my drive to grow, transcend, and evolve. Every decision I make, every step I take, is part of that journey to survive.
Controlled Chaos
I play across Asia, blending heavy basslines and acid-infused grooves. Seamlessly moving between vinyl and CDJs, I push both analog warmth and digital precision to their fullest.
My sets are all about gradual tension and release—layering energy, pulling dancers deeper. 4 Years of Korean Samulnori drumming experience in primary school shaped my rhythmic instinct, adding intricate, high-impact patterns to the flow.
I used to run a startup as a founder before. Now, I run dance floors. People say my energy is insane—I believe them.