

Ran into a lovely friend who has been too busy for me, and who just recently finished being the resident young lover in our school's production of Shakespeare's "A Winter's Tale". He was apparently also the bear, who "pursues" in the famous exit. I told him that he isn't tall enough to be the bear, because I'm mean, and apparently the stage worked it's magic on him and made him appear about 8 feet tall. Isn't theater just beautiful like that? It still makes me sad that theater doesn't love me back. In any case, then I found this photographs. The most charming bear I've ever seen. Stephen Colbert might disagree.
And I just want to be beautiful and badass like these women.


But I'm not. I agonized over why I cannot be effortless in any part of my life in philosophy today as I simultaneously envied and hated and loved the girl sitting next to me in her plaid shirt, jeans, hot pink driving mocs, random assortment of gold bracelets, and short and cutely disheveled blonde hair. My lovelies, I have ANGST. Make it STOP. I'm already too old for this.
all photos by Hedi Slimane
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