What ever happened to the romantic landscapes?
I was too busy listening to secret projects about snow as a form of dangerous weathers fallen to earth.
This was a song about loneliness.
But the flames of dreamers never cease to disrupt the secret dark, like abstract art and winter scenes voicing a sudden firework.
This is not a song about loneliness.
It’s merely a declaration of an old bruise.
Gold has fueled my noir obscurities.
Inordinate yet dizzyingly beautiful. Life can only be understood backwards.
I’m inspired by the unexpected. I like to pick the messy, wonderful brains of the creative minds and delve into the complex train of thoughts without looking for something specific. I might find something unique; it kind of feels like antique hunting, I get the same adrenaline when I come across a really unique piece of milk glass to add to my collection. I reckon it’s pure coincidence.
You know what’s gold to me?
The ones who explore their true identities without the fear of being different. Without seeking to be different either. No glorifications.
It is, what it is.
The ones who realise that they have nothing to prove to anyone.
Stepping out of the structures not because it’s cool but because conforming is not even an option. It’s not in your bones.
Those who quieten when others talk.
All that no-one sees, they see.
A thank you note to the artists who inspired me to rumble.
A special thank you to Flames of Dreamers for providing the gold.
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Jewellery: Flames of Dreamers
Make Up: Ardere London
Until the next one,