Meet Frosty Pepper, From Amsterdam, Netherlands

Frosty Pepper showed up to a sunset garden party wearing a flower crown and heart glasses, then refused to leave for three hours because the lighting was "finally correct." The bouquet in their grip has been the same one for six weeks now, mostly out of spite toward anyone who suggests flowers wilt. Their hoop earrings swing with every head turn, a constant percussion section to their unhinged commentary about color theory and why orange is universally underrated. They once got into a heated debate with Peppy Baron about whether a welding helmet could ever achieve the same botanical sophistication as a flower crown, and they're still not over it. Frosty Pepper's moral stance on dried flowers is somehow both passionate and completely indefensible. They will absolutely judge your life choices if your wardrobe lacks sunset tones.