*looks back on past wardrobe choices with contempt and regret*
"I feel frozen, standing, waiting for the lights to change. I hear nothing. I feel irrelevant. I feel dreamy. It is almost dream-like, self-created silence."
omg i’m watching marina abramović’s documentary and i’m up to the bit where she’s browsing through the racks at givenchy and riccardo is in it yasss