Showing posts with label high fashion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label high fashion. Show all posts
Intervention
thousand yard stare
route the synapse
fabric tear
route the synapse
fabric tear
diluted imagery
between the ears
dull intimacy
between the ears
dull intimacy
shift the field
shoot the image
passion yield
colorcast weather growth
between the fiction
above the fold
flick the switch
tend our idea
uncover niche
tend our idea
uncover niche
backroom studio
paved patterns
painting soul
paved patterns
painting soul
perception lost
depth found
but at what cost
depth found
but at what cost
drifting
contrast
intervene now
tension past
Text by ED
Introducing fashion designer, Sandra Azwan
F i S h
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh,
The ocean smashed,
Against the sea-caves walls,
There you saw me,
Bare, revealed to you,
Your breath hitched,
“What is this monstrosity?”
Pity,
The first that you feel,
You scoured for libretto,
Despite my parsimonious echo,
Provoke!
So I would behest,
Against your spiel,
Aeons ago,
I was submerged,
Deep under by my maker,
I remember,
Writhing in agony,
Into a critter I morphed,
I despised my master,
The Grandiose,
Spiteful revenge followed through,
I shall wreck and carve,
The Deep Blue realm,
With clamored dominion,
The realm is mine,
In the midst of pandemonium,
The Angelicas appeased it pleas,
“This is odious!
How you foraged,
The evernity of peace!”
“There will be retribution
Our maker The Grandiose,
Will pour into you with his wrath!”
I looked down,
Heh, The Angelicas!
Severed fins!
Scattered flesh!
They will be!
None will loom over me,
Tell that to the so-called Grandiose,
Announce! For I have no fear to spare!
Wrath?
What wrath will befall me?
I am the new GRANDIOSE,
Only crowns and jewels will dress me,
Plethora of scions,
My very own legion,
Bow.
“The critter did not listen to us
master!”
The Angelicas bemoan,
“Punish, punish, punish” They chanted,
“A curse shall fall” And in unison they sentenced
The sea-beds rumbles,
The waves clashing,
Chaos, rage,
Gnashing teeth of destruction,
Clamored, the execution begins,
The Deep Blue is fallen with curse
There I was,
Here I am,
To you creature,
I am simply,
FISH
a beautiful story by beautiful dewi
Labels:
artistic,
arts,
avant garde,
Björk,
chanel,
couture,
eccentric,
fish,
high fashion,
julien hakym,
life with sandra
H O L Y
obey me,
because I am
'free conscious holy...'
Unforgettable
Holy September (click)
Caprice No. In A Minor For Violin Solo Excerpt - Xiang Gao Violin
V O G U E
Sultry can't describe me, but perhaps it is my name!
look at me: my eyes. this piercing sense of knowing- even in black and white, a face aflame!
open the layers with
imagination and what's
revealed is what you've
wanted but what you've
NEVER seen:
imagination and what's
revealed is what you've
wanted but what you've
NEVER seen:
the fashion of NOW!
this moment of ME!
this moment of ME!
I bind and cover myself
to discover the passion
and mock your attempts
to copy and follow,
to discover the passion
and mock your attempts
to copy and follow,
you, the Name-Slave -
you with labeled
millstones 'round
your neck.
you with labeled
millstones 'round
your neck.
but ME:
I dance
I sing
and swallow your labels whole:
I need NO brand,
no fashion whores, for
I am MORE -
I AM vogue!
I dance
I sing
and swallow your labels whole:
I need NO brand,
no fashion whores, for
I am MORE -
I AM vogue!
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