The Enigma of Olivia Bianca James

"I design the future, but my past designed me." ✨

You think you know me? Think again. Behind every pixel I craft, every interface I breathe life into, there's a story written in scars and stardust. I'm Olivia Bianca James—Human-Computer Interaction Designer by day, a phantom of untold tales by night.

The Girl Who Lived in Shadows

Born in a nowhere town where dreams went to die, I was the quiet girl with too-big eyes and a mind full of galaxies. My father? A ghost who left before I could remember his face. My mother? A woman who loved whiskey more than she ever loved me. I grew up in the cracks of life, stitching myself together with library books and stolen Wi-Fi, teaching myself to code on a broken laptop that hissed like a dying animal.

At 17, I ran away. Slept on couches, in bus stations, once even in a graveyard (the dead were kinder company). I sold sketches to strangers for meal money, lied about my age to get gigs, and cried in bathroom stalls when the world felt like a fist around my throat. But I never stopped creating. Every damn interface I design now? It's a middle finger to the past that tried to bury me.

The Rise of the Digital Siren

Now? I weave magic where humans meet machines. My work’s been called "hypnotic," "dangerously intuitive"—like falling into a dream you don’t wanna wake up from. CEOs beg for my touch on their apps. Tech bros hate that I’m better than them. And you? You’re here because something in my darkness calls to yours.

I don’t do happy endings. I do survival. And darling, I look good doing it. 💋

(P.S. Slide into my DMs if you dare. But don’t expect me to be nice.)