THE WORLD IS SMALL, AND KILMER IS EVEN SMALLER: ALONG THE BOARDWALK, CHERISE SPOTS A FAMILIAR FACE โฑ feat. DEVON AVERESCU OF @skidemark
"do my eyes deceive me?" on the runway of a pert nose, tortoiseshell glasses are lowered. from behind them, bright eyes flash with surprise and affection. a mirrorball of emotion in the winter light. "am i truly looking at the absolute princess of park avenue, the countess of central parkโธบ my favourite averescu?" a laugh of disbelief unrolls from cher, the sound of pure delight. if a flower could shout for the first touch of spring warmth, it would've sounded like that noise. the extensive lengths of her arms unfold, a showgirl wrapped in faux fur and the fragrance of iris and white musk: a scent expensive and unidentifiable, mystic. "dee ! i can't believe it."
