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Halloween month is here, and I've been rehearsing my haunting behind closed doors. The candles are down to their last inch and the silk never stood a chance. Everything I did next is waiting behind the lock — come claim it before the moon does. 🖤
Found my Halloween night in the listings — a darkwave room in Cluj that doesn't even open its doors until midnight. Last night's candle left its signature on my shoulder, and I see no reason to wash it off before I decide what to wear. Tell me, my heart — do I save you a place in the dark, or keep the whole night to myself? 🖤
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11 immagini
Eleven frames and three moving pictures of what my hands and my patience got up to while the whole mansion dreamed — sheer black, bare skin, nothing left to the imagination. Tell me, my heart: do you open it alone, or knock on my door first? 🖤
A dark little concert is calling me out tonight, and the lipstick always takes longer than the dress. Tell me, my heart — do I finish the mouth before I leave, or leave it smudged for later? 🖤
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9 immagini
The whole mansion sleeps through the hour that belongs to me alone, and I never waste it on sleep. This set holds what my hands and my patience got up to before the sky turned grey — some of it kneeling, none of it quiet. Tell me, my heart: which frame would you have interrupted first? 🖤
FORM Space wants a dress code of anything but holy for their Halloween party, and I intend to take it literally. The lacing refuses to cooperate — or perhaps I refuse to finish it. Tell me, my heart: tied up tight for the crowd, or left undone for whoever earns it? 🥀
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5 immagini
The mansion is quiet, the candles are down to stubs, and I've been keeping five little secrets and two moving ones behind my lock. Some things should be unwrapped slowly, the way dark chocolate deserves. Come unlock what's mine, my heart. 🖤
The jewelry fair in Cluj opens this weekend and I'm rehearsing my choices early — this silver cuff sits on my wrist like it remembers something. Would you choose my pieces, or undo them one by one? 🥀
Black yarn on black silk, and the hoop keeps slipping out of my fingers. My hands are far better at tying things than stitching them — come find out which. 🥀
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5 immagini
Sleep gave up on me hours ago, so the black dress gave up first. Everything the daylight never sees is in here — come unlock what's mine, my heart. 🖤
White Night of Galleries in Cluj, and the dark rooms are emptier than they deserve. Somewhere around the third exhibition a strap gave up on me. Come wander the rest of them with me? 🖤