I had a dream last night. I was on a beach. It was dark but the stars were so bright I could see everything. The only footprints on the sand were my own. A sail boat bobbed in the distance and it was slightly windy. The air smelled so sweet.
I want to go to the sea – not the crystal clear waters in the tropics but the dark, cold violence of a northern ocean. It always seems saltier there.
Fashion tells a story. What’s yours?
