The bride unrumples her white dress, the minutehand of the clock moves slowly,
The opium eater reclines with rigid head and just-opened lips,
The prostitute draggles her shawl, her bonnet bobs on her tipsy and pimpled neck,
The crowd laugh at her blackguard oaths, the men jeer and wink to each other, 
(Miserable! I do not laugh at your oaths nor jeer you,)



Walt Whitman except from Song of Myself

Leigh Bowery and gloves from Meadham Kirchhoff fall something something 

oh i wasn't expecting company by dazedorsomething featuring clear shades

brickS and mortar by dazedorsomething featuring knit tops

 Mondrian and A.P.C. quilts

Photobooth

my desk and other pictures of not my face

Solid Perfume

I want!

Brown Bread Ice Cream

I'm screaming ...... (recipe)

photos from dazed or something 

Green Porno Bee

So beautiful both of them.