You said you’re not a ‘DJ project’ — you’re just a person who DJs. That hits. What was the moment you decided your name, your identity, didn’t need to be an alias or a persona?
Part of it was indecision— I could never settle on an alias that felt right— but more than that, every time I’ve used a different name or persona for a venture in the past, it felt like I was cosplaying or hiding. Those versions were always easier to let go of because they never felt truly mine, they had a life of their own.
Eventually, I realised I don’t need to split myself up into different alter egos to be all the things I want to be, I am the sum of all these parts. I’m multitasking, doing side quests, exploring new things all the time.
Someone asked me recently if I think I’ll still be doing music five years from now. Of course— but I’ll probably have picked up three new passions I can’t even name yet. I just did a voice acting job, for example. Who knows what’s next?
That’s why it made the most sense to use my real name, EMILIJA, because it leaves space for growth. I don’t want to build a persona I have to stay inside of, I want to grow out loud. It’s not a character— it’s just an amplified version of me. The curated parts, in all caps. And I’m not trying to hide or erase older versions of myself either— seeing those past iterations, even the embarrassing ones, is the best part.
With strong Leo energy in your chart, there’s this natural magnetism — but does attention feel like something you manage or something that moves through you? Is it about craving the spotlight, or simply knowing what to do when it finds you? Do you ever feel split between the version of you that performs and the version that introspects?
That’s the Leo moon/rising/mars stellium in my first house, for the geeks. (laughs)
I’ve never chased attention — it just tends to show up when I’m doing something I’m genuinely interested in. I think in general authenticity garners people’s curiosity. I grew up in my own world, inventing characters and stories, and that inner life always seemed to draw people in. I tend to mirror the energy I’m given; I don’t usually initiate, but I respond. So when people showed interest, I’d open up.
In my teens, I had a fashion blog (shoutout to the Lookbook/Tumblr/Blogspot era)—my first paid job, technically. I’d post looks, sometimes gifted by trending fast fashion brands at the time, and eventually the hate comments rolled in. It was ironic because I felt successful in my own right, but there was this anonymous voice trying to cut me down. But at the time those outfits were like a costume, a fantasy persona— the criticism didn’t land because it wasn’t aimed at the ‘real’ me, but the alter I was posting under. That early distance taught me not to take things personally.
Now, attention just moves through me. I welcome it, reflect it back, then keep it moving. The performer and the introspective self aren’t in conflict— they just take turns. By day, I’m all analysis and dialogue. By night, I’m here to shake ass. Balance.
Your story isn’t linear — gaming taught you English. Blogging pulled you into fashion. Clubbing gave you a second skin. Do you see all of this as random chance or are you someone who believes in signs?
I love a detour. The detour is the destination. I do believe in signs, but I also think we can place ourselves in the paths where those signs appear. It’s a mix of delusion and radical openness. If you follow your highest pleasure— the thing you’re genuinely pulled toward in the moment— it will always lead somewhere valuable, even if you can’t see it at the time.
Sure, gaming took up years of my life, but RuneScape taught me English, and that unlimited/unsupervised internet time spilled over into blogging. I started at 14, and it became my reality— my first job, in a way. I was coding my own website after school, adding sidebar ads, getting sent clothes. It wasn’t planned, but it worked. This once-unreachable access to the fashion world fueled me to study fashion design in London, where I eventually graduated from UAL. There I remember finding £20 on the floor and using it to pay for my first ever club entrance. My uni friends were the first people I knew with DJ controllers in their bedrooms. Again, something that had seemed foreign and unattainable was suddenly right there in front of me. I was curious.
After graduating, I felt the urge to explore this other medium— something beyond the visual storytelling I’d been immersed in. Suddenly, there was music. And another piece of the puzzle made sense. There are signs for anyone who’s willing to look. All of it felt random at the time, but looking back, it’s a constellation. I just had to live it forward before I could read it backward.
Things are random. You’re constantly dealt a new hand— but what you do with those cards is where meaning shows up. Whether it’s fate or not doesn’t matter to me, I’m not here to debate what’s meant to be. I just know that even if you’re holding a full house, you can still lose if you never play your hand.
When your entire digital world vanished, you ripped open a blank PowerPoint and built “My Eras” slide by slide— drove you to lay your history bare, and what hidden truth did you uncover in that process?
My friends joke that I have a story for everything— I’ll never compare to Trisha Paytas, but I’ve lived so many lives. The Eras PowerPoint is actually a key artifact in my story. Maybe I’ll post it one day.
When I lost my Facebook and linked Instagram to a hacking incident, it felt like my whole digital existence got vaporised overnight. I spiraled for weeks, thinking, “I don’t exist anymore.” Then one day, it shifted: If I don’t exist, I can be anything. So I opened a blank PowerPoint and started building “my eras.ppt”, slide by slide. Every phase got documented—signature outfits, songs on repeat, Tumblr handles, hobbies, obsessions. It was equal parts archive and identity reclamation. An aesthetic audit.
What I realised was: shape-shifting is second nature. Who you are in one moment likely won’t exist a few years from now. Each version of me is like a timestamp— some muted, some chaotic, most of them sincere. The aesthetic whiplash was telling, too: every time I got too polished or serious, I’d rebel with something outlandish or kitschy. Now I let both live side by side.
That PowerPoint is my favorite artifact. It reminds me that nothing’s fixed, and that’s the fun of it. Change isn’t loss—it’s lore. “This is going in the eras PowerPoint” is basically a catchphrase at this point.
What part of your past life — be it League of Legends, your fashion days, to that “my eras” slide deck — still lives in you today?
All of them, really. I’ve lived so many lives, and fragments of each one stay with me. You don’t become a completely different person, you just gain new tools to work with. Hiding your past, like being a 13-year-old horsegirl, doesn’t make you more credible as a DJ. If someone judges your childhood passions, maybe they should take a long, hard look in the mirror.
People tend to erase, curate, and stylize themselves. We’re taught to craft easily digestible versions of who we are to fit into the criteria of what’s expected. But I think embracing all versions of ourselves is what makes us richer.
Every time you think you’ve reached the final version, think again. It’s like exporting that final project file. Right now, I’m on EMILIJA_v7_final_real_dhgggfk
Do you even care about the future? Or are you the kind of person who’d rather ride the wave and let the beauty of chaos lead?
I care about the future in hindsight. I live things thinking, “Can’t wait to see what part this plays in the bigger picture.” Meaning only shows up once I’ve moved on. I trust the moment. Good or bad, you do what you want in real time— and that’s valid. You reflect later, connect the dots. It’s not about making the “right” choices, it’s about making honest ones.
When my accounts got suspended, it felt like an identity death. But then I remembered I used to fantasise about starting fresh, turning a new page. And in a twisted way, I got what I wanted. Sometimes the universe pushes you off the edge if you won’t jump. Circling back to the idea of a personal neo-Venusian renaissance— every loss I’ve had forced me to rebuild, and those have always been the best chapters.