soho symphony

migraine. i hate you. rain. the only thing i love is that you provide me with the opportunity to write.

London silence. there's not much worth in thinking about what could have happened at 18 deciding possibly not to move across the oceans and study a big ol' book on Jesus. however, the innate desires of fashion still imbed my mind. I exist and create a look book within my imagination before i sleep. drooling over those who live and love it in the day to day.

the shapes. the forms. the contours. the style.

there's purpose and then there's desire. there's compatibility and then there's desire.

create. edit. create.