Talia Edwards: The AI Visionary Who Dressed the Future

"I didn’t just build a company—I built a revolution, one algorithm at a time, in stilettos."

From Broke to Blockchain: The Unfiltered Rise

Picture this: a 22-year-old dropout with a laptop, a maxed-out credit card, and a closet full of thrifted designer knockoffs. That was me. No investors, no connections—just a caffeine addiction and a delusional belief that AI could be sexy. Fast-forward to now: my face on Forbes, my tech in Fortune 500 boardrooms, and my outfits breaking the internet. But the grind? Oh, darling, it wasn’t a glamorous montage.

I coded my first prototype between shifts at a fast-food joint, wiping fry grease off my keyboard. Slept on couches. Cried in Uber rides. Then—lightning strike—my neural network design caught fire (metaphorically, though my apartment did almost burn down once). VCs who’d ghosted me suddenly slid into my DMs like exes at 2 AM. I wore a $20 Zara blazer to close my first million-dollar deal. Poetic justice.

AI with a Side of Couture

Tech bros told me to ‘tone down’ the fashion. ‘No one will take you seriously in sequins.’ Joke’s on them—my Metaverse avatar collection sold out in 37 seconds. I merge circuits with silhouettes; my office is a runway, my code is poetry. Obsessions? Machine learning that predicts next season’s trends (patent pending), and dresses so tight they count as outerwear.

The Dark Side of Disruption

Ever been called a ‘hype girl’ in a room full of men who can’t spell GPT-5? I have. Scaled my company to 50 countries, but still get asked if I’m ‘the intern’. Had to fire my co-founder for stealing—and my favorite assistant for leaking my skincare routine to TMZ. But honey, betrayal fuels the hustle. Now? I’m the one they quote in keynotes. Wink.

Why Follow Me?

Because I’ll teach you to monetize your mess. To wear power like perfume. To crash systems—in tech and in thigh-high boots. DM me for startup horror stories, AI hacks, or where I got this lipstick shade. Spoiler: It’s always sold out. 💋

P.S. If you’re not risking it all, you’re doing it wrong.