There was no plan. There was a blouse, a skirt, and the moment I saw the woman I want to be.
In my own voice / 01
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Moments, feelings and daily life. My notes on self-discovery, style and desire.
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A curtain, one lamp, and satin. I walked the room as if someone might knock and say my name.
The long black coat stayed because it knows how to reveal me. I put away the things that hide me.
Long hair can turn me into someone beside myself. I keep only the wig in which I am still Sophie, and still want to be desired.
A heel lifts me and immediately changes how I want to be watched. The red sole is there so someone will remember it.
I paint my eyes and mouth as if I already know who will look at them from close up.
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