Thursday, February 11, 2010
My head and heart and body hurts so much right now.
His work was one of the reasons I'm this passionate about clothes today. I feel like I lost a teacher, a friend who I could rely on to keep me inspired with every collection, and I would still maintain this inspiration for months and months until he released his next brilliant collection of clothing. The fact that I no longer have this is like someone ripped a piece from this passion and fed it to dogs.
I'm not reading this back because I'm incapable at the moment.
I'm just going to return to going through his archives and crying until my eyes are dry.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
Continuously in the bins they go, in between blood clots and stolen names, and I forget of this ridden debate as I glare through the shimmer of invisibility at spoken words my eyes don’t hear. But how glorious these conversations seem! A gap between each seat and life is translated through a different set of lens, and yet they all find joy in conjunctions tied together through seams. Different eateries I make my way past, with the silver of each spoon more dull than another, a chair less comforting than the next. But heads still bob back with gaping mouths escaping the echoes of satire still fresh on their breaths. I feel as though I can touch their hearts as they rise and pace, and the simultaneous lives shared through laughter makes my chest peak and suddenly I am unleashing waves in giggles to nothing, in particular, in the grey of the streets.