My Story

I’ve spiralled. I’ve stumbled. I’ve drunk the cheap wine and kissed the wrong people, sometimes more than once in the same night. My 20s weren’t all green juices and Pilates. They were chaotic, trashy, wild, and honestly iconic.

From breakups to makeups, blackout benders and vomit-stained denim shorts, I lived it all. For a long time, I felt ashamed. But now I own it. Every messy, free-spirited, skimpy-bralette chapter shaped the woman I am today: loud, clumsy, passionate, and real… and also the girl who crawls into bed at 5am, then drags herself to a sweaty Monday workout with club stamps still on her wrist, because balance is hot.

I’m here for the girls who do both. The ones who unblock his number and call him 32 times, then still show up for leg day. The ones who run club at sunrise and dance on tables at midnight. The matcha sippers, the margarita lovers, the hangxiety gremlins, the disciplined gym rats. We’ve all been there. You’re not alone, and honestly, you’re gorgeous.

Trashy Timez is a love letter to the “bad decisions” that were actually just great stories. It’s for the free spirits, the loud ones, the girls who wear fake tan like war paint and still turn up sweaty and strong the next day. This is your space. Your reminder to stop shrinking yourself for anyone else’s comfort. The world doesn’t need another polished clone. It needs you: messy, magnificent, and unapologetically yourself.

Because I’m more than the party too. I have a degree in youth work. I have spent years supporting communities and lifting people up. Because I care about people, purpose, and helping others own their truth, the raw, the soft, the unfiltered.

Trashy Timez isn’t just a brand. It is a rebellion. A reminder that life is too short to play small or pretend to be perfect. So let’s be wild, weird and wonderfully unhinged. Let’s laugh at the chaos, love our people hard, run the lap, smash the set, and never apologise for being “too much.”

Because “too much” is exactly what this world needs.

- Catia Sinigaglia