And that sun went down, while I was in between, up and down, I'm russian mountains. Between feathers and fears, laughters and tears. Got no money in my pocket to bucket, got no heart in my chest to swing my blood. Don't have much, though I worship the...

Spades, you do like spades, you like them late, you carry on. Birds, and broken cages, and lonely songs, and avenues. Bubbles on the rack, inside hairy heads full of fairy snails. Human beings are lovelier with eyes closed, mouthes closed, do not touch....

Laura Blokhina @ Viva (Paris), Viva (London), Why Not (Milan), DNA (NY) She didn't break record this season on the runway but she's safe and steady in her editorial career. Safe ? Rather say daring as her work is often tongue-in-cheek and visually striking....