Lingerie for your table by THE ORDER

As the stillness of the season began to stir and the snake BEGAN TO shed the last of its lunar skin, I spent an evening at home flirting with theory + thought, translating ether into ink in a letter I never intended to share…

 

 

A DECADE OF OPERATING BEHIND A BLACK VELVET CURTAIN RENDERED ITS DARKNESS FAMILIAR; A COZY CLOAK FROM WHICH I ALCHEMIZED THE CHAOS OF MY MIND INTO THE ORDER, MY WORK SPEAKING FOR ME RATHER THAN WITH ME... '

 

NOW, AS LEONA CONTINUES TO EMERGE FROM THE QUIET DEPTHS, I’M FINDING MYSELF COMPELLED TO FOLLOW HER, ONE SURREALIST STILETTO IN FRONT OF THE OTHER... 

 

COMPELLED TO EXPERIENCE HER SENSES AS MY OWN; EACH ONE A CONDUIT THROUGH WHICH TO SHARE GLIMMERS OF MY UNIVERSE NOT BECAUSE I DESIRE YOUR ATTENTION BUT BECAUSE I BELIEVE, WITH ABSOLUTE CERTAINTY, THAT THE POWER OF RESTRAINT FAR EXCEEDS THAT OF BOTH EXCESS AND ABSENCE.