From text to textiles, from stores to stories— every week we take a confidential behind the scenes look chronicling diverse experiences and accounts of some of the most pivotal, impactful and transformative narratives that make up the real fabric of fashion.
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And I can’t tell you what I’ll write. They’re words without the paper.
There’s no kind of right way to do what I do. Feeling out of place, like a live in outer space. And I’m just trying to play it cool.
Just waving my arms like some terrible mime.
Conviction beyond the exit. How’d you do it?
I never saved anything for the swim back.
Don’t enter for the exits. Bolder as anything.
Give myself completely to the moving and the strange. I’m responding to the call.
Capture the convexity of the most asymmetric moves. A perpetual interest machine.
Started losing it’s appeal and I just don’t like sitting still.
Take my ego for a drive. Drunk a jug of mind eraser.
The trembling truth within over pronounced displays of self protection claimed to be mutually necessary is that they hide a fear of the precariousness of the situation they find themselves in.
What exactly that situation is or the scary things looking at them hungrily in the shadows are, that, they don’t know.
And you can stay afraid.
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