monday got us closer to summer. my dear friend came to enjoy (with me) sweet weathers on the backdoor balcony.
she wanted to wear one of the piece i made for the summer collection. we both have totally different aesthetic ideas, but i do enjoy how she incorporated it to her look.
so here for you, a little preview
it was just so hard (to yell) through their muted but flamboyant chorus
and i was only on the other side of the street, scratching my blood for a fix
clock goes tic. tic. never all the way to the end
i’d fill my lungs with stardust to live again those nights
breezy bamboo headband (20$)
steal me a dream with running fingers and wasted cream
yes, yes, soon you’ll see it. the summer collection. just need to finish…
finally, a logo! so glad and excited. it was made by my friend mass
down by the grocery store, where i just came from
green boys with red flesh, that’ll offer you fruits for a tear
apple of sins like a snake sliding down my chest
just a lump, just a lamp. will remain sticky side up
blurry me by mama as i worked a bit on the collection at her place
i’ve dreamed of you again in sticky countries (foreign)
and lazy peasants with dirty hands offered me rancid meat
behind eyelids, cream my bones some more
artwork above by the amazing Mika Jones
just a teaser, 7 pieces into summer, more to comer
there are things, things that only i see
they’re out to get me.
i saw myself in her as she limped away
and a mess of my sight…
sale still going on, some pieces gone. some new on.
lower prices. help me make room for the summer collection B-)
buffalo 66 100$
early hombre 60$
ash and rust 120$
melting zig-zag 40$
calling up to me
like summer to drawn in
size 34 (19mm) needles my mama brought me back from the states. bamboo. other sheers to make you dream.
yes, this is all for the summer collection.
little girls in the middle of the black forest
no ridding hood
just butter on their fingers
contemplate the hollow tree, inside of them. inside of me
life sliding through their digits, through their soul, through their pain
no compas. what’s a gps?
full moon doesn’t move.
little girls lost