I think I used to belong here But the only way I can tell Is that I miss you still And I cannot find you here You left me tattered and torn Just like that Sweet Spanish doll
I'm the bestdressed bookworm in town.
Much of what I admire is embodied by fashion's countercultural cults: the Yé-yé girls, the Biba girls, the Westwood punks, the Antwerp Six, and the kogaru of today. I relate to others through what they create or imagine. Among fellow aesthetes, I'm the liveliest social butterfly. Elsewhere, I'm forever on the fringe of the playground of the tragically hip.
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