You know that you're having a great moment, when a fall of sunshine is pouring and fogging into the room, when little metalic structures seem to lend to you secrets about us, when the sound of wind splashing against the trees are soothing, each waves of sound from the speakers letting all of your body massaged. Humanoerotica. Nothing was being wasted, nothing was being hasted. Read books, helplessly attempt to do your homework, relax with great amount of work but no amount of worries. Everything is, perfect. A persona, incarnated into vibes, and then becomes a pebble of a memory, a great moment.


"Some of the fashion photography on Vogue Italia is just out of this world--  Yeah, they just take the ideas and thoughts that a little girl would have and just make it real."

Damn.


Mothagesso.