Odette, the White Swan 🤍
Pale blue skies part for a moment; the sun illuminates the silvery edges of sheer clouds. A singsong sound from above announces, “For a couple of hours, I am this person.”
Graceful vulnerability. Living doll. Pastel blush walls (dusted in white and bronze paint). Wistfulness for another universe outside of time and space. 7 Up and half a grapefruit as a snack. A first encounter with a sparkly stranger.
Odile, the Black Swan 🖤
It’s the longest night of the year. You’re about to get what you want. Two breathy voices from out in the cold whisper, “My fantasy is over; thank God.”
Powerful and sullen. Legs crossed (in sheer stockings). Subject to scandal. The eroticism in conflict and divine posture. Entrancing beauty in shadow forms.
