maybe, there is one. single. piece of white fabric in my closet. and most of the time, that´s where it remains. inside. unloved like a stepchild it doesn´t see daylight too often. this white top actually, out of rick owens ss 2010, would definitely not see the INside of the closet too much. perfection. straight, geometric, sharp on the edge and tender on the skin (i hope), i love you. only would i cut off that strange triangle swinging between the legs. and then, finally, there would be nothing but love between us.
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