Summer hatching

Her dress Richard Quinn caressed her ankles as she twirled, intoxicated by the scent of flowers filling the store. As a child, she often came here, and as she walked through the stalls, filling her Gucci bag with bouquets and ears of wheat, she couldn't help but wonder, "Why do they compare women to flowers? What once sounded like a compliment, had become so reductive. Flowers are contained, quiet, decorative and fragile, in constant need of attention and care. Not her. She didn't feel fragile in her shoes Gucci studded shoes. She didn't fit into the codes of classic beauty like a red rose or a pink peony would. She was unique, and the shoes Y/Project that wrapped around her ankle were there to prove it. In Fendishe took power, imposing herself when she wanted to, calming down if she wanted to. She had planted her roots, made her branches grow towards the sky, broken her vase, her mold. She had completed her blossoming.