Hi. I’m Camille.

I’m a bonafide, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed musician, writer, and filmmaker.

(Just trying to make it in this competitive world.)

This is my headshot because in this photo my face clearly expresses at least 5 unique emotions.

See also: Kuleshov effect.

Some emo lyrics I wrote in a fit of impassioned self-expression:

I’m not having fun anymore,
I’m going home now, so lock the door.

Revert to who I used to be,
Cry to Elliott Smith dramatically.

In two-thousand-thirteen, when I was angry,
And just out of eighth-grade, I wanted to feel
Like I was special.

I’d still like to feel that I am special,
But now I’m not angry, just self-detrimental.