hallway and couture by elie saab, fall 2009. just very crisp and very light
yet when I look back I see a pattern
black wooden floors, white walls and orange details from hotel du nord, by susanne and jacob staffeldt
perfumed leg and bejewelled back
yohji yamamoto and an apartment somewhere in paris
bathroom, balcony
“I thought about life, about my life, the embarrassments, the little coincidences, the shadows of alarm clocks on bedside tables, I thought about my small victories and everything I’d seen destroyed. I’d swum through mink coats on my parents’ bed while they hosted downstairs, I’d lost the only person with whom I could have spent my only life, I’d left behind a thousand tonnes of marble from which I could have released sculptures, I could have released myself from the marble of myself, I’d experienced joy, but not nearly enough, could there be enough? The end of suffering does not justify the suffering…”
— Jonathan Safran Foer
photo: bferry