Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Cheat | Ava Smith in Valentino Fall 2012 RTW



How you danced in that golden hue
With sparkling eyes, a wonderful blue
But ne'er could I utter what wasn't true
For I do not love you

You see, my dear
It's always fear
That makes me break the rule
And out of hate
I strike a gait
That makes other women woo

You shed your tears, I can see
Yet they're for my cheats, not me


(photo via Vogue.com)

Tuesday, 8 May 2012

Bubble Speeches | Huzza Silk Surf Print Button Down



Glub glub glub.
Oh, hey Frank.

Glub glub.
Hello Joe.

'What do you reckon they're up to?' Joe asked as he stared out towards the shore.

'I don't know. Such strange creatures. I mean, look at those tails, and those unruly fins. They're like a quarter of Gigi's arms,' said Frank, condescendingly.

'Looks like they're trying to stand on the water. Hah! What jokers!' laughed Joe.

'Well, it's not like they can swim very well with those tails,' Frank said as he gestured to the humans' legs.

'Oh, shit! I think Tyna's coming. She's got a bounty on my head for stealing her catch the other day.  Gotta swim!' exclaimed Joe, hurrying fast.

'Yes, yes, swim away, you bloody thief,' Frank said with tight lips. He turned back to the shore and watched the humans surf from sun up to sun down. Lights started flickering from the sand and boards were carried out of the water.

A small plank was drifting on the surface close by. Seeing that no one was around, Frank flopped onto the plank and was cradled by the rocking currents in the night. When he couldn't hold his breath any longer, he flopped back in the water.

Glub glub glub glub glub glub glub glub.
I don't see what the hype's all about.


(photo via AnOtherMag.com)

Monday, 30 April 2012

Goodbye | Rita Liefhebber Hand Dyed Ombre Collared Dress




I'm sorry.
I didn't dream it up enough for you to live it. We had infinity ahead of us and we just couldn't make it, I guess. Oh I had such a life for you, with you. And it was a tough decision, believe me, to let you go. But I had to. That was one helluva fight, by the way. I never thought you could move so fast. And that last part with your blood? Wow. You were gonna be one to be reckoned with. You were gonna be the one to beat.. Your sister will be fine. And so will he. I promise. I don't know what's in store for you now, but I won't be the one dreaming it. I hope you'll be part of a better mind. You know how I'm losing mine. Heh. Goodbye, Ruby.


(photo via www.RitaLiefhebber.com)

Thursday, 19 April 2012

Cotton Candy | Yue Pocket Backpack



You prance around like you know your way. Take the wrong step so you'll come my way.
Trip over that jutting part of the pavement and scrape your knee. I hope you bleed.
Those idiots underestimate me.

If I wanted to, I could tear your flesh away with my teeth.
But you're like cotton candy:
A second on my tongue and you'll diminish.

Is there something in your pants that I need to set free?
Oh please let it come close to me.
I'll show you and them what these tiny hands can do.
I will kill you.


(photo via AnOthermag.com)

Tuesday, 10 April 2012

Wake Up | Daytime Pyjamas by Shakuhachi



She clambered and shambled, her feet digging in the sand, struggling to pull herself out of the water. She rolled onto her back, half still submerged, feeling the wet sand rubbing into her scaly skin. She breathed in the salty air that sent her eyes swerving to the back of her head. She stretched her arms out, the waves charging to grab them but failing. She kicked her legs, shaking the currents, sending them flying into the orange radar of the rising sun. She squinted against the new light, shielding her eyes with her webbed fingers, capturing the lingering yet fleeting image of the candy-coloured sky. She pushed herself into a sitting position and pulled her legs out of the water, shedding the gelatinous film off her body. She breathed hard and stood steadfast, rubbed the last grains of sand out of her eyes, and finally started her day with the sun grinning down at her and the waves sadly retreating.


(photo via AnOthermag.com)

Friday, 6 April 2012

Moribundity | Gucci Moby Dick Leather and Canvas Coin Purse



The golden rock wall glistened in the sun that smiled through the open roof as water trickled down from the heavens in a thin film. Droplets bounced off protruding rock surfaces and dived into the deep emerald pool below. The rectangular pool was led to by staircases on the three remaining sides coloured with the strands of a dirty blonde. There she laid on her back floating on the bed of green liquified bills. Her eyes closed and arms slowly waving alluringly. And he came moving towards her with a motion that never disturbed a current. The faceless friend with soft brown locks and a body chiseled by the artists of old beautiful times. He came bringing his arms below her suspended frame and pulled her close to him. The sun that erased his face blinded her when she opened her eyes to the call of her heart. This feeling of an ephemeral eternity that invaded her and gunned down the warriors within her brandishing spears of peace. And as the sound of the splashing water drowned out she was swallowed by the light.


(photo via Net-A-Porter.com)

Saturday, 31 March 2012

Crash | Acne Cocoon Jacket



I ran. I stumbled. I fell.
I crashed
Into the glass walls that deceived me.
My rubber boots wobbling around my feet,
My hands blindly grabbing.

Sister laughed at me,
She made faces at me through the transparency.
Her long hair the same colour as mine:
Golden like the sunny sun sun.
I am a shiny sun son.

The shiny sun son's mom
Is radiantly wrinkly
In her bright orange jacket.
And as I run and stumble and fall,
I crash into her.


(photo via AnOthermag.com)

Wednesday, 28 March 2012

He Said/She Said | Daniel Vosovic Fall '12 Collection



'I'm sorry,' he said.
'I know,' she said.

The glass started fogging from their heated breaths and she started to cry. She pressed her face to the window and her tears drew paths in the flat mist. No matter how she pounded and grabbed or clawed at the glass, it wouldn't break or even soften to just let her touch him. His voice was soft in her ear, she could barely hear him. The phone was slipping through her fingers. She kept breathing heavily, almost panting; her heart was beating too hard for her to handle.

He watched her with droopy eyes, swollen from crying in the night. Gulp after gulp, he tried to swallow the regret, but it was forever stuck in his throat. He knew she wouldn't forgive him for what he did, and there was no way she could wait that long.

As her sobs ceased she leveled herself with him. She put a firm grip around the phone and whispered sharply into it, eyeing his quivering lips.

'I'm coming after you,' she said.
'I know,' he said.


(photo via AnOthermag.com)