memoriesofthewind:
i want to say here's the so-called mystery there's nothing to it
memoriesofthewind:
outside the balenciaga store i bargained with the devil but he said that there's an oversupply of souls today
memoriesofthewind:
millions of your best friends
memoriesofthewind:
just total strangers posing together under the direction of his friend but we worked so well together we must have been born to model last year's fashion
memoriesofthewind:
the evil twin of ralph nardell
memoriesofthewind:
they all looked vaguely familiar but in this world everyone does look like someone else
memoriesofthewind:
this wall this floor this exhibit this me this stranger all added up to a gigantic postcard of which there must be a flip side with a big hello hello
memoriesofthewind:
me, stranger, framed together, a mind crime that we didn't commit
memoriesofthewind:
i want to start a petition to keep galleries open on sundays so sinners like us could have a place to repent and to atone
memoriesofthewind:
freedom is merely what prison isn't
memoriesofthewind:
between day and night between nyc and tokyo between exhibitionism and voyeurism between windows and walls all noise was absorbed and there was this imagined absolute silence but the truth is that billie holiday was singing in the background
memoriesofthewind:
he says that heaven and earth shall pass not my words i wonder is heaven and earth a taxi
memoriesofthewind:
she wasn't waiting she was just passing by her arrest between bars is just an optical illusion
memoriesofthewind:
i took a book with me because you can no longer rely on cigarettes to protect that awkward yet delicious solitude in nyc
memoriesofthewind:
i know i'm not supposed to look back especially not in front of a reflective surface but please let me indulge for just a second because god i've been so so good
memoriesofthewind:
motion picture
memoriesofthewind:
fan