I wish i was at the beach already, and money rained on me, and a red bikini and a sticky weed j . And tongue kissing . It’s going to be hot next week again

Fashion is forever enamoured with the held body, so never far from the erotization of the snatched, restrained body. Fashion is the cloth holding the body, like a loving but tenacious hand, like another ones body. Sex without sex. Fashion is their sex. Wearing a correctly fitted piece, agreeably built and made of quality material is like being touched and wearing a second skin, an amorous armour, languorously familiar etc

Doused in sleep since I died of vagueness

“Here is the first woman with whom i can be absolutely sincere”