Day Two: Piracy Panels, Vixen Meetings, and the Economics of Desperation
Day Two of AVN hit like a category five hurricane of commerce, chaos, and the brutal realities nobody discusses in the glossy award show footage.
The convention floor transformed into a war zone where business development collides with damage control, and I navigated it wearing my standard uniform, same shirt, same hat I wear to every industry event because personal branding isn’t about fashion, it’s about instant recognition across a crowded expo hall.
When people see the hat, they know exactly who they’re dealing with. And yes, I stick out my tongue for photos. It’s stupid, it’s memorable, and in an industry drowning in manufactured personas, authenticity,*even goofy authenticity, cuts through the noise.