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音樂ノススメ Halcali 2004

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Rokh Resort 2022 Lookbook

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Atelier Versace - Fall 1992 Couture

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Tori Hinn http://ift.tt/2DBsI1V

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Duckie Thot by Jalan and Jibril Durimel for POP Magazine - March 2017

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Jacquemus at Paris Fashion Week Fall 2014

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Dario Fusaro, from JCA Annual 3 (1980)

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“Her” for Coeval Magazine by Theresa Marx

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ph. Irving Penn | Issey Miyake, 1990

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I’ve been intertwined with Taylor Swift since the first time I heard Teardrops On My Guitar, in Texas, strapped into the back seat of my Uncle’s seven seat mini-van, shipped over from London for two weeks to spend time with my cousins. That entire first album is wrapped up in connecting to family I saw for a fleeting moment every sun baked summer. Watching the endless music video repeats on MTV, I was lost to lamenting lyrics that could of spoken for my own killing crushes. Her first London tour with Fearless, at the Shepherds Bush Empire... I can still see the sequin slip dress and the tumble of blonde curls, only a few hundred people standing side by side, looking up, with no idea what it was all to become. Speak now, is one boy and a song about my own self-hated. Red is a new beginning with the haunting memory of recent trauma that every so often still bleeds into my new life. 1989 is a year I didn’t know yet and relived in a later age, with all the humbling understanding that comes with hindsight. Reputation was everything I wanted her to be, grown up, angry, a foretelling of what was next for us. A year later standing in the left bank at Wembley Stadium, it was the culmination of coming so far, and knowing I’d be ok. In the company of thousands I sung as loud as I could whilst tears ran down my face. Now, listening to Folklore on repeat, in the soft tones and the isolation I’ve had my epiphany. I’ve realised why I am completely captivated with the music. With almost every song, of every album, I see myself, herself and the complete and utter fantasy, that cannot be explained away by trivial histories or verify the future prophesies, why are we so obsessed to dictate a truth that could never really exist? I guess I needed such a blatant manifestation of imagination to see why Taylor and I are tangled together in unison, simultaneously lying within me and extrinsically. Her music is the best story Ive ever read, certain words Ive underlined, the margins are filled with my own poetry and the blank page I’ve left just so. @taylorswift

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Vũ Cao Đàm (French/Vietnamese, 1908–2000) – Le repos après le bain, ca. 1938

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PHOTOGRAPHER: CORINNE DAY, 1994

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 Sakura Endo by Minori Nakada for OVE Magazine — July 2018

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From Tattoo by Stefan Richter, 1985