Posy ring with pictogram inscription, ‘Two hands, one heart, Till death us part.’ Made in England in the 17th century (source).
Emilio Pucci FW15
I don’t know if some of you have been to these live reads at LACMA, where a classic film is read live on stage by actors who just sit and read the script. We did one recently of American Pie, but we reversed the gender roles. All the women played men; all the men played women. And it was so fascinating to be a part of this because, as the women took on these central roles — they had all the good lines, they had all the good laughs, all the great moments — the men who joined us to sit on stage started squirming rather uncomfortably and got really bored because they weren’t used to being the supporting cast.
It was fascinating to feel their discomfort [and] to discuss it with them afterward, when they said, “It’s boring to play the girl role!” And I said, “Yeah. Yeah. You think? Welcome to our world!"
Dead Poets Society (1989)
If that’s true, then I must be the center of your fucking world. Like gravity bringing you down. Because you are so cruel that I thought your own brutality would’ve have done you in by now.
The clenched fist, the broken jaw, the bloody nose: all treasure troves of love. You took the absence of my resistance as confirmation and not the act of severance I lacked the courage to commit. Dirt gathers under your fingernails each time you touch me. Each bruise on my back becomes a piece of a map, that of which I do not know how to navigate. With angry hands and bitter words our love was forged into a metal you could not break. One that, no matter how hard I tried, could not be bent into an even shape.
Me and you are a chaotic tragedy that by relentless habit, we are brought into. You’ve dug yourself so deep into my skin I’ve grown around you, forming a new body with blood between its teeth and bruises on its knees.
While you were sleeping i figured out everything/ i was constructed for you, and you were molded for me/ Now I feel your name, coursing through my veins/ you shine so bright it’s insane, you put the sun to shame
It is 714 miles away from you. It is 714 miles away from you.
Miu Miu FW 14