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just like imagine finding marie antoinette’s last scent. imagine finding your fave heroine’s last tube of lipstick, or their brush, or their mascara. imagine that power, that potency. something they touched, this symbol of vanity and obligation and power and agency,…

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10magazine:

ATELIER VERSACE: ANGELINA’S WEDDING DRESS
First there was Kate and Wills, then there was Kimye, now there’s Brangelina. Important weddings and even more important wedding dresses. So who got this gig? Donatella did, with a little help from Angelina’s children whose drawings were embroidered onto the bespoke white silk-satin gown. Would it be wrong if I quoted Gok Wan and described the bride as “drop-dead gorgeous”? Well it’s true though, she is, look at her!
www.versace.com
By Ted Stansfield

10magazine:

ATELIER VERSACE: ANGELINA’S WEDDING DRESS

First there was Kate and Wills, then there was Kimye, now there’s Brangelina. Important weddings and even more important wedding dresses. So who got this gig? Donatella did, with a little help from Angelina’s children whose drawings were embroidered onto the bespoke white silk-satin gown. Would it be wrong if I quoted Gok Wan and described the bride as “drop-dead gorgeous”? Well it’s true though, she is, look at her!

www.versace.com

By Ted Stansfield

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Depression is stupid and not a thing that makes me a better writer. One time I went a whole year without writing and I stayed in bed and drank. Fuck your Bukowskisms. I want sunlight and love and running down some street I’ve never been on where it’s warm and cool at the same time and I’m smiling. I want nothing to ever be bad again- and I don’t mean that I want a life free of conflict, I mean that I want a life free of meaningless conflict. Not being able to will oneself to take a shower or leave the house is meaningless. There is nothing to be gained, no lesson to be learned from that kind of life. My heart is stale, my prose is stale. Give me fire if you want to hurt me. Give me something I can taste. There’s nothing romantic or mysterious about where I am. There’s nothing here worth holding onto.