Sofia Isella Riff: DECAY OF BEAUTY, Fall Trend 2025
DROPPING 8/8 - An ode to SOFIA ISELLA the slut of words.
The first time I heard Sofia Isella, it was “Everybody Supports Women.”
Before the chorus hit, I knew: Sofia doesn’t perform—she possesses. She opened her mouth and something holy crawled out. I froze mid-scroll. Rewound. Watched again. She wasn’t singing. She was confessing, commanding, combusting. Weeks later, I still haven’t recovered.
Sofia Isella is the kind of artist who makes you feel like she’s saying it is just for you —and dares you to do something with it.
She calls herself a “slut for words.” What she really is?
A butcher of archetypes.
A puppeteer of feminine ruin.
A daughter of Nine Inch Nails and mythic rot.
Born in L.A. in 2005 to a filmmaker and a writer, raised across continents like she was gathering ghosts. Violin by three. Lyrics by eight.
She landed on Australia’s Gold Coast in 2020—and her sound caught fire. Now she’s back in L.A., sharpening her blade.
Sofia writes, sings, produces, and plays like someone who’s already lived 9 lives.
Each track feels like she died again to make it.
Sofia doesn’t just write songs.
She carves out a space for rage, grief, sex, silence, and I added a posthumous bloom foam.
And this collection?
It’s the shrine to Sofia Isella.
It is DECAY OF BEAUTY.
To the slut of words—
We heard you.
We wore you.
We riffed.
This is not merch.
It’s aftermath.
I didn’t make this collection to celebrate Sofia.
I made it because I couldn’t not.
Because when someone cracks you open, you sew something to cover the wound. And sometimes that becomes fashion.
Frogs foaming like holy relics.
Porcelain dolls with bleeding eyes.
Girls swallowing butterflies.
🎤 Tour Note: You’ll Understand, More Dick.
Sofia is touring this fall with Ayleen Valentine.
Mid-October to mid-November. Montreal’s almost gone. Toronto is gone. Minneapolis, L.A., New York—run, don’t scroll.
This tour isn’t a concert.
It’s a controlled burn.
A live exorcism in eyeliner.