"When you dip her in the middle of the dance floor, it is the color of her dress. When she whispers in your ear, it is the color of her lips. When you make love, it is the trace you want her to leave all over your body. When she places her palm over your heart, it is the color that comes to the surface as her fingertips trail like a sentence that can never be finished. When you see her in your bedroom with another, it is the color of your breath. When you smash the vase in the hall, it is the color that threatens you to abandon the shattered pieces. When you scream at the top of your lungs, it is the color that pierces the atmosphere. When she hears you, it is the color of her pulse. When you look in her eyes for the last time, it is the fading color of your heart falling to your knees. It is not the color you see when she leaves."
Describe the color red without using the word ‘red’ (via laya)
"The New Guard," US Vogue July 2000
Left to right: Veronique Branquinho, Hedi Slimane, Hussein Chalayan, Filip Arickx, Nicolas Ghesquière, An Vandevorst, Lawrence Steele, Miguel Adrover, Viktor Horsting, Roberto Menichetti, Rolf Snoeren, Olivier Theyskens, Josephus Thimister and Junya Watanabe
Photographed by Stephen Meisel
This is one photo I’d want to stick to a fashion student’s cork board. Read about them, study their collections and most importantly learn about their business decisions.
"Something inside me had dropped away, and nothing came in to fill the cavern."
Haruki Murakami, from Norwegian Wood (Farrar, Straus, & Giroux, 1990)
At around 8am in the morning on October 15, 2013, we experienced an earthquake. It caused plenty of damage (photos in the bottom of the page).
For those that didn’t feel it, the news broke on Twitter. (More Photos Here)
"You know the typical crowd, ‘Wow, it’s Friday night, what are you going to do? Just sit there?’ Well, yeah. Because there’s nothing out there. It’s stupidity. Stupid people mingling with stupid people. Let them stupidify themselves. I’ve never been bothered with the need to rush out into the night. That’s all. Sorry for all the millions, but I’ve never been lonely. I like myself. I’m the best form of entertainment I have."
WHY AM I NOT AN INTROVERT