
A room with a view and something more...I'm haunted and obsessed as Endymion; a slave to your flux, waning & gravities...really....I just want to stare at you and feel like a monkey.




As a matter of faith, water has always been subject in ritual and practice, both literally and metaphorically. Being a key element in the structure of our existence, no one is surprised...interested, yes, surprised, no. From the Bahá'í Faith of 19th Century Persia, with importance stressed on ecological balance, to Buddhist funeral rites wherein a bowl of water is overfilled and words recant the cycle of earth's wet bounty in relation to the winding truths of reincarnation, to the vast and broad baptism cultures of Christianity, to the seven sacred rivers of the Hindu faith to the ritual purity of prayer for Islam and the living waters of Mikveh and Red Sea tomes of Judaism, to the sacramental cleansing before appeals to Shinto Kamis and the purification rites and rituals of Zoroastrianism, who believe water is purity incarnate....


From the mouth of magnificence:

On the heels of Waning and Water comes Want. From one purity to another we find Viktor & Rolf's lilliputian couture renditions:






Fuck you, Blythe. I adore creepy dolls, but these 'Russian Dolls' are too precious. I love these perennial purveyors of precious dark packages, black-hole fashions & chrome-caged statuary. (wooden shoes & all) LOVE. They've professed Tilda Swinton (yeathatsher) as their muse - of course. Oh, you didn't know I'm in love with her. She's one of the most striking and steely emotive actresses...ever. Divinity.
...enough with the fashion porn...
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