Written by Jacob Ibrag
As expected. If it all goes
accordingly, take a step back and
appreciate the mess. Controlled chaos
painted on each brick. Running lipstick on
every mans neck. Scented and marked to be
devoured by their women and men. It’s a
show, a successful unknown. It’s a
hole and we’re filling it slow.
Photo by Giorgio Encinas
Eyes + Words 
there’s always order in the chaos, if we only, look, closer…
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