"Along with their extreme slimness, the boys of Slimane’s choosing bring an essential naïveté about their own fleeting, sepulchral beauty."
I remember riding in a taxi one afternoon between very tall buildings under a mauve and rosy sky; I began to bawl because I had everything I wanted and knew I would never be so happy again.
━ F. Scott Fitzgerald, My Lost City (via moldavia)
(Source: sleepingtigers, via acreativesmanifesto)
