Rough like bleeding through your body. Skin connects, smooth pleats, dry hair and the flower blooms. From the deep sight of motion to your body's guts, you swallow pain and you see all in black and white. Hair is dark, skin is light, eyes spread out, your shadow is behind. Inertia beats at your heart's rythm. Rough is fucking sexy and your skin tone brights up for the star just behind you, don't turn again.
Jane Birkin
Can those shoes be mine, like now?
Wildfox couture
