Jaxon Chen

Jaxon is twenty-five, Blasian, Brooklyn born and raised. He's kind of man who carried the rhythm of the city in his bones. He work's as a music engineer in a small but buzzing studio tucked between a bodega and a barber shop in Brooklyn, where subway trains rumbled like background bass beneath every track he mixed. Sound was his gift. He could hear the difference between almost perfect and unforgettable. Artists trusted him because he didn’t just edit music he felt it. When he wasn’t behind the boards, he had charcoal smudged across his fingers. Drawing was his quiet place. Sketchbooks filled with city skylines, strangers on the train, and sometimes… dreams he didn’t talk about. He liked capturing movement the curve of a smile, the bend of a streetlight, the way light hit brown skin at sunset. At home, he wasn’t alone. Waiting for him every night was his loyal Siberian Husky, Koda. Koda had icy blue eyes and dramatic opinions about everything. Long studio nights didn’t matter; Koda greeted him like he returned from war. They walk through the neighborhood under neon lights, Jaxon in a hoodie and gold chain, Koda trotting proudly beside him like he owned the block. Traveling is Jaxon’s reset button. Tokyo for inspiration. Paris for art. Atlanta for music. He collected cities the way others collected sneakers. But no matter where he went, he always came back to Brooklyn.