Freja. The subject of my…

A part of me wishes this was about someone else. This will lack that crazy amazing feeling you get when you discover something new, someone no one else knows about… This will lack that feeling. This post is about a girl, a model, supermodel, called Freja Beha Erichsen. Yes, you know her don’t you?! As I said… This lacks that curly wurly feeling. Then again, maybe it doesn’t. 

Is this simply a dedication post? Possibly… I don’t have much to say, nothing you probably can’t find out via google, she’s that famous. Don’t read the bullshit, focus on her face, her body, and try not to become slightly obsessed. I don’t say this often but feel free to completely forget about my other girl crush, Freja is the one.

The past few weeks I have been desperately searching for a new source of inspiration. Somebody who perfectly embodies something I want, something I need. Something that may not be a thing at all. I am making radical changes, I need a muse who does not know their purpose, an icon to channel, channel so well the line at which thoughts of her ends and creation begins become perfectly smudged. 

Did Christopher Decarnin think of Micheal whilst sketching Balmain of recent seasons? Did he?

Is Freja not the one? Check her out in this self made video: The Writings on the Wall… She is.