Images by Alison Wynn
Dress: Rodarte for Opening Ceremony; Shoes: Ashish for Topshop; Jacket: Topshop; Fur Hat: Zara Scarf
Cosmic variances should be applied to your imagination. I wake up today having an out of body experience. I am seeing everything trough love filled rose glasses which may or may not be super. I am happy. Unfulfilled by everything around me, yet utterly satisfied. The work is mundane, the typing on keyboards around is static and the constant white noise of traffic is beginning to sound like bjork which ofcourse makes me sway on the subway, close my eyes and feel. Have never been good at remembering or knowing things, especially history, so I don't know what era I traveled to, I know it isn't a definite one. I smell mahogany wood and cherry blossoms and the wind is filled with longing, anticipation and excitement. I keep moving through this huge Victorian castle, from door to door, to find myself going in and out of an opulent 19th century Victorian bedroom, [cozy, with gold and wood details, a warm wood burning fireplace and sheer curtains flanking a pair of humungous french doors designed by Gaudi leading to a stone balcony overlooking a valley], then through a tiny samurai practice room which is tall as hell, like an inverted well and has a cascading crystal chandelier hanging in it all the way up from infinity and then through a punk rocker's living room with red velvet, black leather, leopard print fur, dark lined eyes and tattoos, all done so classy. It's not confusing or strange at all to me. Infact it feels like home. My dream home. And I can experience the creative energy so strong inside of my stomach that I can't stop laughing. It's happiness I feel in my gut and I know you don't get it. Ofcourse you don't, it's not your happiness and it's not your gut. It's hard to leave this and come back to the stupid present. So maybe ill just stay here in my head. Forever. You are welcome to visit. Just click your gold shoes thrice.