On Performance Art

Flash Fiction July, 29 Every morning, before my alarm even goes off, I have to decide who I'm going to be for the day. It's my last conscious thought before I reach to draw my alarm closer to my headboard, already ticking my mind over my options. I don't like to repeat an option from… Continue reading On Performance Art

A Crash-Course in Fashion

Fashion. It's not a thing I understand.This is why, when I read fiction, I find myself taking to Google. I find myself typing in strange, mysterious terms such as 'tea dress' or 'examples of vintage clothing.'For all that I can know about literature - I can tell you about various plays or novels and make… Continue reading A Crash-Course in Fashion