I don’t know what understanding myself is. I don’t look inside.I don’t believe I exist behind myself.
—Alberto Caeiro
The Garden En robe de parade. – SamainLike a skein of loose silk blown against a wallShe walks by the railing of a path in Kensington Gardens,And she is dying piece-mealof a sort of emotional...
—Ezra Pound
Fashion is only different skins for different flavours of you.
—Lauren Beukes
Do Not Sell My Personal Information
Exercise your consumer rights by contacting us below Privacy Policy
[email protected]
Personalized advertisements
Turning this off will opt you out of personalized advertisements delivered from Google on this website.
Loading...
