PC: Sebastiao Salgado
A still smooth lake reflects the passing clouds directly above it. The lake cannot help this and neither can you who are both reflected and reflector all in one - you will always mirror your environment. It’s only natural. It’s only fair. Vogue on your book shelf, Chloe in your closet, and Miu Miu on your feet, you surround yourself with art. You literally drape yourself with beauty. You collect fashion editorials because they are beautiful, and beauty inspires you (how could it not?). But eventually, there comes a point when I can’t stand it anymore. The art, the beauty, the inspiration are all too shiny and calculated to seem real. I need to remember that there is something so deeply imperfect lying, neatly hidden, below the art and beauty that inspires me. Why must everything be so pretty all the time anyway? I don't want to pretend that the world is as magical as a Tim Walker editorial. I’d much rather make room for tears, warts and poverty.