almost 9 months to dare to post this short film.

In the beginning, the fetish cannot be less visible. In the end, the binding is tight as lingerie.

I reject the idea of finding skating sexually interesting. However I entertain fantasies of owning many, many skates, that would squeeze my small body like a unified muscle. Or perhaps I could just make a big pile and sleep on them.

Ok, that is not true. I’m lying, I don’t care. But what can I say? The film is beautiful.

Whose socks have smooth membraned seamings.

Whose dense and slicked down hair is dark as oil.

Hand me a huge, huge, HUGE skate.

I will live on it. I will weather the perils, the grip, accidents.

And bits of cloth falling from the wooden platform into your mouth. The wheels are your teeth.

What I get for combining skate and bed. Ok, I’m lying again.

Brand my shoulder blades on the iron pipe.

The view is nice when you slide, under your skirt.

The pipe is sharp and we die on the way down.

Stop the lies now. Can a thing lie down without legs?

Can a mind lie down?

I want wheels too. Ok, stop the lies. Watch the film.

SANG BLEU QUEEN t-shirt
CHACHA design


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black on white / white on black


£50


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The sleeve of a macramé jacket from the graduation collection of Jantine Van Peski, on day one of shooting for the Novembre #4 feature on the Antwerp Fashion Academy, shot this week in Antwerp by Reto Schmid and Lee Wei Swee.

Looks from the graduation collection of Frederick Hornof hanging at the styling for the Novembre #4 feature on the Antwerp Fashion Academy graduate collections, shot this week in Antwerp by Reto Schmid and Lee Wei Swee.

If the flesh is wholesome 
like a fresh coconut slice
then they are the flesh holes of some
 malnourished art deco bag of bones
that won’t stop at stop signs or a limelight
 or quit the gamble
when they are obviously ahead.

When the oreganos of a Summer morning

shift their aromas into my drugstore sleep, I declare
all my bad behaviors to be an act 
the way a kleptomaniac really wants
the attention of her ex-lover who is out snorkeling

with his latest girlfriend amongst those Miami starfish.

The tropical boys may swish their asses but they

batter the bloated hands that feed them
with their rainbow lips submerged and retarded.

Former Versace Mansion, Miami. Converted into Hotel Casa Casuarina…

JayJay just got that awesome “Sang Bleu” tat by our Homegirl Laura Satana!