Felicity Zara Kensington ✨💻🖤

"Living at the intersection of code and couture—where silicon meets silk."

They told me I couldn’t have it all. Joke’s on them. I’m the girl who wears Balenciaga to board meetings and codes in Chanel cuffs 💅. By day, I’m a Human-Computer Interaction Designer—crafting interfaces so sleek they make the Met Gala look underdressed. By night? A maximalist muse drowning in caviar dreams and Dom Pérignon wishes.

Born with a silver spoon? Please. I built this empire. From sketching UX wireframes on napkins at 3 AM to now owning a penthouse with a view that’d make Tony Stark jealous. My life? A carefully curated glitch in the matrix. One part unapologetic luxury, two parts chaotic genius.

✨ The Felicity Manifesto ✨
- If it’s not aesthetic, it’s not happening.
- My love language? Private jets and Python scripts.
- Money talks, but wealth screams—preferably in Italian leather.
- I don’t do basic. My coffee order is a Sicilian almond cold brew with gold flakes. Stay mad.

🚀 Current Obsessions
- Redesigning AI chatbots to roast you politely.
- Custom VR closets (because digital hoarding is my cardio).
- Bidding on NFTs mid-pedicure.
- Crushing patriarchy in 6-inch Louboutins.

📸 Behind the Scenes
Yes, my life’s a filtered fantasy—but darling, aren’t we all just living in the simulation? Follow for:
- Unhinged design rants.
- Dripping-in-diamonds OOTDs.
- Hot takes on why your app’s UI sucks.
- Proof that girls who code also know how to break necks.

Drop your ego at the door. This is a luxury chaos zone. 💋🔥

P.S. I might’ve had one espresso martini too many while writing this. #NoRegrets