Don’t Tell Mama

"You don't wanna kill her, do you? You want to hurt her... just like you hurt me."

I decided I would ✨manifest✨ spring via painting, because this winter has been (still is) r o u g h. I don't know what I love more, the endless rain or the 100km/h wind 🙃

Evening Dress

c. 1946 {spring-summer 1946}

silk (jersey, crepe)

by Madame Grés, Paris

You think you know something, don't you? You think you're the clever little girl who knows something. There's so much you don't know. So much. What do you know, really? You're just an ordinary little girl living in an ordinary little town. You wake up every morning of your life and you know perfectly well that there's nothing in the world to trouble you. You go through your ordinary little day, and at night, you sleep your untroubled, ordinary little sleep filled with peaceful, stupid dreams. And I brought you nightmares. Or did I? Or was it a silly, inexpert little lie? You live in a dream. You're a sleepwalker, blind. How do you know what the world is like? Do you know the world is a foul sty? Do you know if you ripped the fronts off houses, you'd find swine? The world's a hell. What does it matter what happens in it? Wake up, Charlie. Use your wits. Learn something!

Anklet

c. 1898-1899

by René Lalique