I admire dancers. I admire the ability to make your body tell stories, the beauty of carrying within you the world, of stopping time.
Some days I wake up and pretend to be a dancer.
And then I remember, my past really is everything I failed to be.
And I realize it is also the courage of being yourself trough impersonation on stage that leaves me in awe.
References
Fernando Pessoa / Bernardo Soares
The Book of Disquiet
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Author: dreamingofmelville
I have watched too many movies for my own good, I have an absolute passion for clothes and an immense hunger for life and wanting to just take it all in.
My closet (s) is a mirror of my current self, my former self (selves) my personal movies, my plans for extreme style makeovers and all the characters I did not get to play. I'm trying to tell the story of who I am, who I was and of who I will (most probably) not become one error at a time. These are the mistakes that make up my Closet of Errors. They are all intentional mistakes and part of of various attempts at writing my own story, at creating personas, at playing with possibilities.
As most of our mistakes have consequences, so did my errors. I have no more space for all of them and while not having a minimalist, capsule wardrobe approach to life, I need to make space for a whole new set of errors.
I hope you find some errors to identify and experiment with so I can share the story and intention behind them and see them transform into new narratives.
The name of this blog (and of my shop) is a little twist on Shakespeare's "The Comedy of Errors" because this is also a story of mistaken identities
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lovely post, and words
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Thank you so much for your words
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