The whole opening pressed into one room and I needed air more than wine. The streetlight's doing things to this dress I didn't plan — you'd have come outside too, wouldn't you, darling? 🖤
The whole opening pressed into one room and I needed air more than wine. The streetlight's doing things to this dress I didn't plan — you'd have come outside too, wouldn't you, darling? 🖤
Yoko Ono is at The Broad and I've changed my mind about this dress twice already this morning. Music of the Mind — my mind is already halfway there. Tell me what you'd wear to see it with me, darling.
The opening ran long and now it's the wrong side of midnight and I'm making tea in nothing but a borrowed button-down. What are you still awake for, darling?
The opening is so packed nobody noticed I drifted to the back wall — or that my dress didn't quite make the whole trip with me. Tell me you'd come find me back here, darling. 🖤
David Lynch photographed this city like he was dreaming it, and somewhere in the dark I stopped needing clothes. Tell me you wouldn't have climbed into this with me, darling. 🖤
The whole weekend fit into one glass of wine and this fire escape. Tell me what you'd say if you climbed out here and found me like this, darling. 🖤
Outdoor cinema in a cemetery and I picked a spot too far from the screen to actually read the subtitles. Come keep me company while I pretend to follow along, darling. 🖤
Sample sale madness and I walked out with a slip so thin the hanger's doing more covering than the fabric would. Tell me you'd want to see it on, darling. 🖤
The photographer stepped out for a new lens and I discovered the paper backdrop is softer against bare skin than you'd expect. Tell me you wouldn't have lingered in the doorway, darling. 🖤
Checked in, dropped my bag, and the afternoon light through these windows did the rest. Tell me you'd take the elevator up, darling. 🖤