escapism. lost in space...

I wish my blog were a place that I could walk into.

remerciez un dieu de cet endroit...

One room

after another would be the

space

within the next photograph.

I would open a door and step into the next frame, with the next people.

I would be bathed in the lighting.

There would be windows with

breezes touching the curtains.

I would be in these light airy rooms,

while lying on these white beds,

Not in NYC not in any place known.

Maybe outer space.

...want a hug.

x,

Lola

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mariah always helps

more M.

black and blue partout

*Although this picture doesn't do it much justice and was taken before it fully blossomed, but just look how happy I am!

After much thought, writing, dreaming, gathering inspiration and babbling about

the significance of a black eye (for over a week)

--it's visual appeal and stigma--

...plus, this whole Temporary thing you may have noticed I am thinking a lot about recently...

Ladies and Gents,

I have tapped into my masochistic side.

I decided that it was a great idea to use my body as an art piece. A sort of painting per se.

MON VISAGE

as the canvas, yeah??

*(refer to Marina Abramovic's Rhythm performances)

I spent all night giving my eye repeated attention

and now

I shall make love to my black eye and wear it not like a scarlet letter, but like a

golden prize.

My friend Airon recorded some of the performance on my shitty sony camera

which I shall upload very soon.

sweet dreams,

Lola