Who is this man? I run into him often. I find him on the stairs and I see him in the stars. Lurking around the corner shop and sitting at the bar. Is he my fashion angel? Is he looking over me in the night? Protecting me from fashion boredom and the cruel morning light?
Who is this strange man that I see in the night? The one that wears everything just right. The one who’s bark is bigger than his bite. Tell me please, kind sir, do you have a moment to spare? I’d like to stop a moment and run my fingers through your hair.
words ASHLEY MUNNS
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