13 Oct NIGHTCALL FANTASY
For the nights where love and lust float through the air. It becomes tangible, like something you can pick up and eat. It tastes sweet and tart and easy.
For the nights where confidence flows through our veins. He occupies a world where he knows what to dress and for what occasion. And it was always with a Prada garment.
For the nights of fantasy. A brown boy. A mother’s son. Creating from his heart. Looking at the world from the wrong end of a telescope. It was nonsense and beauty and he liked it that way.