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It's calm and cold. Welcome to my soul. It's withered and old. Welcome to my love. Touch it and make it grow..." ["My world" - Colony 5] The New Wave dress. Designed and sewn like a second skin, to wrap without restricting, and short as it should be. The zip wire is a scar that breaks its symmetry. The New Wave dress is made to track jitter of the synthesizers until the end of the night... Botanique. Brussels. Belgium. |
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