by Anna Soldner
Hip-hop firebrand Wavy Spice is setting boundaries and barriers ablaze with her highly flammable music and incendiary worldview.
photography and gifs by James Orlando
styling Alexandra Marzella
hair Hiroya Watase
makeup Andrew Colvin
production Anna Soldner
“I’m a shithead, I’m a punk, I’m a raver, I’m a slacker, I’m a stoner, I’m lazy,” declares Wavy Spice. She also happens to be the reigning duchess of New York’s experimental underground music scene. Born Destiny Nicole, the Harlem native raps about drugs, men, and growing up in the inner city as a young Puerto Rican woman. Her shows, which could unfold at an unmarked DIY venue or at MoMA PS1, have the feel of riot grrrl throwdowns, with the 21 year old hurling words of female empowerment using a voice that can flip between bratty cute and a bad-bitch huff. She gained notoriety with foggy ’90s throwback, “Bitch I’m Posh,” but it’s in her recent metamorphosis into Princess Nokia, the supernatural hood fairy who sings everything from New Age R&B to tribal hymns, where the depth of her bravado becomes clear. And it doesn’t really matter that the self-described poster girl of “cunt wave” doesn’t have a record deal yet, because she’s going through life on no one’s terms but her own.