Future Frames opens tomorrow and the VR headset refused to stay in its box — I've been lost in the demo since lunch. The shirt lost its argument with the strap somewhere around the second world. Tell me which reality we visit first.
Future Frames opens tomorrow and the VR headset refused to stay in its box — I've been lost in the demo since lunch. The shirt lost its argument with the strap somewhere around the second world. Tell me which reality we visit first.
The IRIDESCENT opening left every muscle in my body humming, and my clothes never stood a chance once I got home. The mirror caught what the theatre didn't get to see. Still up with me?
There's a Cannes festival screening starting in minutes and I'm only now stepping out the door — coat over the dress, one heel still in my hand. Save me the seat beside you?
Up before the city again — last night's heels left my legs no choice but to earn their forgiveness on the mat. The coffee isn't even on yet. Come hold the stretch with me?
Home at last, and the costume barely made it past the door. Heels are off, zipper's halfway down — help me with the rest?
SoNoRo opens tomorrow at the museum and I'm still deciding if this slip dress is too much for a chamber concert. Should I fix the strap, or leave it exactly where it fell?
The whole city is gearing up for Halloween weekend and I'm already in the room that doesn't need a costume. Care to join me before the crowds do?
The concert is tonight and the dress is still on its hanger. I'm in no hurry to change that — talk me into getting dressed?
First fitting for the Halloween party and the lace is barely cooperating. The good news is the private preview happens long before the party does. Want to see how it ends?
The festival catalogue is open in front of me and I'm already three films deep into planning. This dress keeps slipping exactly where it wants to, and I'm not fighting it. Come argue the programme with me — which one do we see first?