Welcome, Rebels.
I’m Pixie, founder of Grunge Luxe.
A woman who has lived a thousand lives.
I was adopted from somewhere into a loving, religious family, and for a long time, I tried to live the life I thought was expected of me. But eventually, curiosity and something restless inside me pulled me toward the nightlife.
Soon, I ended up fully immersed in the underground metal scene, booking bands in dive bars and finding my ability as a boss and businesswoman. I also found my people among the misfits, the artists, the ones who didn’t fit neatly into any box.
My path hasn’t been linear or pretty. I’ve been to prison. I’ve been a drug dealer. I’ve been a biker ol’ lady. I’ve lived so hard I nearly burned myself out. I was in and out of jail for a decade, chasing chaos and mostly believing that’s all there was for me.
And I have known deep love. I found my person, built a life, and became a mom. I’ve found quiet moments and solid ground—and learned that it doesn’t mean giving up who I am.
Professionally, I’ve gone from managing metal bands and working the door at clubs to running restaurants as an executive leader, always bringing my no-bullshit approach to getting things done. And these days, I advise business owners on how to run their companies with both heart and strategy.
Through it all, one thing’s stayed true: the rebel I thought I had to “settle down” and outgrow? She’s exactly who I am—and who I’ll always be.
Grunge Luxe is the embodiment of that spirit. It’s where the raw energy of metal, grunge, and punk rock collide with modern minimalism and timeless style. It’s not just clothing—it’s armor for those of us who live life on our own terms and refuse to apologize for it.
Here, we don’t follow trends. We wear our stories. We live by our own rules—and we wear them boldly.
This blog is my space to share the real stories behind Grunge Luxe—the highs, the lows, the creativity, and the grit that built this brand. No filters. No bullshit. Just me, talking to you.
Because Grunge Luxe isn’t just fashion, it’s a statement. It’s resistance. It’s me—and maybe it’s you, too.
Welcome to the movement.
— Pixie