It's kind of insane how perfectly the figure above(who may be a young Grace Coddinton?) resembles Emmanuelle, I mean, the print on her dress and kimono in the shots below are almost identical to the print above.
Since I can't imagine at what point I will make it out the trashconcretechainlinkfilth of brooklyn it seems all I can do is just that, imagine that the gigantic weeds that have grown in the empty lots on my block from the constant humid rain of the summer are actually a vast forest in Thailand and the rains are monsoons and that I am living in a Thai palace like the one in Emmanuelle and I go on adventures with ghosts in the night getting lost in caves and making love to catfish-princes and getting a bite to eat at a disco-glowing hole in the wall at dawn like in Uncle Boonmee Who Can Recall His Past Lives.
pear n polka dot top my me, green snakeskin belt that was my mother's originally from Tiny's Western Shop in Austin, Texas, turquoise necklace gift from mom, pencil skirt and sox American Apparel, vintage Andrew Geller blue suede shooz, gift from my aunt sooz!!
Isn't this poster to die for? I wanted to buy it when I went to see the movie at Film Forum over the summer but didn't and then regretted it later once it was too late, and it haunted me so I just printed a huge version of it recently for my bedroom.
