There’s the sense that who Khali is comes from a tradition older than her, of just being ones self.
She doesn’t drink coffee, she can’t stomach it, but she’s in and around the culture, working next door to Fairfax avenue’s The Pretty Pretty Collctive, where I saw her drinking a quart of Trader Joes’ Coconut Water. Her aura, is bigger than the block she stood on.
“I don’t like to limit myself in anything. How I dress is different everyday – I could be a tomboy, straight girl-girl or wear a suit for no apparent reason – its how I feel when I wake up.”
On the coconut water, “I’m addicted,” she says.