My temporary website is up! With 4ormat for a couple weeks then it will be my own domain thereafter
What you wear can be used as a tool for power. It is part of how you represent your personality or your identity to a social status, culture, or group, either actual or aspirational. Style can seem silly and frivolous compared to larger human causes, but identity is political and provocative in itself. It is a way to communicate visually to the world before communicating verbally.
The taste of alcohol, lips to kiss
Styling is the next step in the magic of fashion. The designers have produced their visions, now stylists and photographers get to put that onto a person in a scene, extending that portrayal of a world, of a human being, of their life and ambition, and of an inaccessible dream or something with the potential to manifest.
What excitement does the city hold for me? What is out there that I can achieve but cannot grasp? I know there is something wonderful, but I cannot access it. I feel like I’m missing out on so much
Swam in a body of water, a private, alien world underneath. The water was heavy. I couldn’t really float, nor stay sunken too far down, so I remained somewhere in the middle, staring at the sun shining around the trees. I broke the barrier between water and air with my toes and fingers, watched bubbles float to the surface. I crawled back and forth along the bottom, chasing the spectral light reflections. I was a different creature for a moment. Never wanted to come back up for air, never wanted to leave that existence.
This is beautiful:
Legs astride, one foot yours, one foot ours.
You have the most beautiful way of putting one foot in front of the other.
Being horizontal is wonderful. Most things we love are open ended
Kick, kick, left leg back, turn, kick, right leg. Stay. Things get blurry, that’s ok. We’ll move. Open arms, twisted ankles. We will be performing.
How at 5am that warehouse beat is coming up like sour steam
I wanna gooooooooo
I miss all of those years in the studio and on stage. The joy it brought, the camaraderie. When I could be whoever I wanted to be and it was fine and it was loved.
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Imagination is the most important thing. The fuel behind ambition, love, and creativity.
In the game of life; more an observer, less a participator.
Why is it such a separated feeling? Is there such a thing as living? As being? As being a bonded part of the emotional and material world?
I fear that I’ve stopped dreaming - or am I achieving some dreams and not realizing it? No. This is not what I imagined.