Fashion is constant sensory overload. Dizzying paisley prints demand your attention, the clink of multiple gold bangles invade your ear, the ripple of pleating against your palm - our senses take a lot of battering from fashion. But as much as it's a battering, each punch is sealed with a kiss. How do I know then, when among all this beauty, I truly love something? I love a lot of things in fashion, but only when...
...I find myself wandering within the crevices of beaded embellishment, sweeping my eyes across each and every stone.
Fashion as poetry, written for my first love.
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