Vogue World is opening Milan week in the Galleria and I can't sleep — standing here deciding if this dress makes the cut or if I need something that leaves less to the imagination. What would you pick for me, papi?
Vogue World is opening Milan week in the Galleria and I can't sleep — standing here deciding if this dress makes the cut or if I need something that leaves less to the imagination. What would you pick for me, papi?
A secondhand bookshop two streets over keeps ruining my Sundays in the best way — came out with a stack I can barely carry and nowhere I need to be. Tell me you'd carry these for me, papi.
Ten days until Milan and my body already forgot how to sleep — standing in the kitchen trying to decide if I need coffee or just someone to pull me back to bed. Which one would you give me, papi?
Took everything off the moment I got through the door and now I can't decide if I'm waiting or daring someone. Which one does this look like to you, papi?
The Milan schedule just dropped and seeing Demna's name next to Gucci did something to me I can't explain. Tell me you'd make me finish what I started, papi.
Milan's calling and I'm still on the floor trying to hold onto the quiet before everything starts moving again. This light won't ask twice, papi.
Amsterdam Fashion Week just closed and the whole week is still vibrating out of me — couldn't even get the zipper down before my hands went somewhere else. Tell me you'd walk in and take over, papi.
There's a word for watching flowers fall and loving them because they won't last — this morning I'm trying to learn what it means with nothing left to hold onto. Would you let me stay like this, papi?
Steam's filling the bathroom and I'm still not satisfied. Tell me you'd get in here and finish what the water can't, papi.
Paris just confirmed my slot and the adrenaline went straight somewhere it shouldn't — the water's still running and my hands won't behave. Tell me you'd be waiting when I step off that runway, papi.