fck labels, please don't put me in a box, definitely not in a label, which is worse than a box, but also, I am a label, that's all my identity and what I'm known for and all I've done: work for labels, design for them, make labels, make sure people are identifiable through labels and logos, strengthen the label by pouring the GNI of a small nation in making sure no one can escape my label, while I simultaneously rush to celebrities and beg them to please please represent my label, who cares about individualism, fashion is downgraded to pseudotrends dictated by a post in stories of some celebrity and god knows I cater to all of them, the Oscar winner, the influencer, the Euphoria one, the one with the sex tape, the schizophrenic ex husband. Anyway, I just can't believe people are doing this to me, I hate labels. Society, the internet and the world love doing that while I just hopelessly watch them being so cruel and punching me in the face each day. Why would I make myself accountable for the awful things they make me take part in. That's the truth, it's them not me and it's really awful I have to explain it, I don't have to explain anything so I'm not going to explain it but also, after this long explanation that doesn't seem to end: you like it or not!!!!!!!!
The opening look by a person who has never read a book is in perfect harmony with the invite.