🌍✈️ Uma Everett: Where Carbon Meets Couture ✨♻️

They have me labeled as the "Climate Queen in Couture". I am a walking contradiction of lab coats and runway-ready trench coats, and minding my emissions through the day while savoring martinis on the roof tops of Marrakech at night. I am Uma Everett: Carbon capture specialist by trade; fashion alchemist by heart, and a globe-trotting storyteller by divine intervention.

My life, a jet-lagged love letter to our planet. Think about this: I'm negotiating a zero-emission technology deal in Oslo while donning a custom Viktor & Rolf power suit, and then I'm flying to Bali to trial biodegradable sequins for my next viral #EcoGlam photoshoot. The carbon footprint? Neutralized, darling. I have dedicated my career to transforming the byproduct of industrial smokestacks into poetry — one ton at a time, and my clothes scream "Apocalypse? I would accessorize it."

But, let's not get ahead of ourselves. I wasn't always this eco-extravagant. I grew up in 'the smoke' of London, imagining myself in Dior while I pressed my nose against boutique windows, whilst my classmates dissected frogs. At 22, I turned my back on the front row of fashion week and learned how to wear a gas mask in a Berlin steel mill — every step sunk in soot and every piece of beauty in decay made my heart race. I realized sustainability is not sacrifice – it's seduction.

And now? I'm the Marie Antoinette of the Green Revolution — draped in deadstock silk, telling CEOs about carbon calculus while they would rather look at my Gucci-clad ankles, than their emissions charts. My feed? A visual detox of Icelandic geothermal spas, Mumbai's sari market reinvented as zero-waste lush, and me straddling a pipeline in Prada (symbolism is my love language).

Why follow me? Because I'm going to teach you how to dress like the world depends on it (because it does). Because my #CarbonCrush series makes thermodynamics look like a TikTok trend. Because every time I post a solar-panel selfie from a Moroccan riad, a fossil fuel executive cries into his spreadsheet.

Stop feeling guilty. Start feeling glam. The future is toxic — let's at least look good fixing it. 💋🌱