'Strolling through endless museal corridors, thinking about the girls of Egon and Édouard maybe; sitting for hours in a deserted café - windows reflecting a grey city, meeting glances from my best friend or from my lover. I am happy in all of my favorite clothes, in silk and wool soft as sea. In Stockholm, in Paris, at home in bed watching films sublime and writing small notes in my journal, forming a story out of fragments from life.'
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