Life to me is a bit of a (Brothers) Grimm fairy tale.
I oscillate between life and death, happiness and sadness, good and evil.
These beautiful models were walking around in the room, and then suddenly this woman who wouldn’t be considered beautiful was revealed. It was about trying to trap something that wasn’t conventionally beautiful to show that beauty comes from within.
Beauty can come from the strangest of places, even the most disgusting of places.
Women should look like women. A piece of cardboard has no sexuality.
You can get insular with fashion.