“I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the negro streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,
angelheaded hipsters burning for the ancient heavenly connection to the starry dynamo in the machinery of night”
(extract from ‘Howl’ by Allen Ginsberg)
Madness. A word like any other, yet a word that carries a personal meaning to each person. Madness. Many artists, poets, and geniuses have experienced the ghost of madness. Edgar Allen Poe once said “I do not suffer from insanity, I enjoy every minute of it”. Some see madness as art, whereas others see it as a curse. And I can personally say that for me, it is both.
A young girl in love and out of love.
I loved the bright lights, yet hated to be seen in daylight.
I loved the human body and it’s beautiful details, yet I loathed every inch of my own.
I loved the smiles of strangers that passed by, yet couldn’t bear to vision of these lips and crooked teeth.
I loved the idea of life, but dreaded to live…
(amanda / 8.1pm) XO
Dining with Chanel 