Wednesday, February 17, 2010

i want

blurry haze. soft breeze. just an imagination of flattering, transparent fabrics on my skin. someone singing
All the mountains and the rivers
And the valleys can't compare
To your blue lit dancin' eyes
And yellow shining hair
I could never hit the open road
And leave you layin' there
high-waisted light-brown shorts and airy blouses, icecreamcoloured sunglasses, wavy hair. a parisian garden at midnight. macaroons for dinner. i want to be the human equivalence to the spot flora by gucci by chris cunningham
that´s what i want today.