POEM № 1

What I was trying to say is that if we two were water then I’d be the river plundering into your ocean and together we’d mix in each wave, existing in the crest and troughs and all you suppose is between moon and shore.

A PORTRAIT OF LAURA

A drawing of my BFF <3

NEVER DANCING ALONE AGAIN

Out of the earliest darkness

On the silt of the sea floor

Hermet crabs roam around in the blind black

Knocking into each other like a marble's click

A little awkwardly one comes out

With an anemone on his shell

Walking in little shy circles
Everyone staring

"Don't laugh! Don't—“
         "But it's wobbling!?"

~~~~~~~

years ago he wobbled into his life

and after talking shyly for just 15 or so minutes caught a ride on his shell

and nothing
was the same again.

COLLECTION2000 LASTING COLOUR LIPSTICK

I am the lipstick of a thousand possibilities, twinkling in your handbag. I am the red of hot cheeks, Burns’ Rose, the skies at night and all of the most incredible reds in the world. So come on girl let me paint your lips red, as red as those feelings that flame inside and let’s turn those pretty pink lips into barbarous lovers. I’m dreaming big, of Romeo and Juliet (who else!) and kisses on Moon River and all the wonderful clichés that my red would be perfect for, drinking it all down with red wine and red L.O.V.E. words. Trust me, my red is the red of happy endings, of love at first sights, of the most extraordinary and incredible breath taking moments. So why am I here rattling around in the bottom of your handbag, just me and the loose change, come on…give me the good stuff.

COLOUR COLOR COULEUR

 

Chanel SS14 + 18th and 19th century colour systems