our style is an outward expression of our inner spirit. a way of telling the world what we love, how we feel, and even what we believe, without uttering a peep. the way we dress ourselves offers the people we meet very quick, very visual insight into who we are. clothing, makeup and accessories are costumes and armor with which to face the world.
I wanted to be a rockstar. Dance on stage. Wear flowing dresses, stacked jewels, and sparkly jetsam. I wanted to play the fuck out of a guitar. A pink guitar. And I wanted to sing. At the top of my lungs. From the bottom of my gut. But as the Stone’s remind us, we can’t always get what we want.
sun glistened on the brown and green glass. light became fuzzy black spots in the corners of my eyes as i glanced up at the sun dancing on the debris. trash. transformed into unearthly caves of from far away galaxies. pieces of broken blue and white china.