I’ve cut my hair. with no mercy and no plan.
I’ve cut my hair like you cut useless strings that bind you to your past.
a moment of a sudden illumination - a sudden need of a simbolic gesture.

and I absolutely don’t care how I look. it’s not a matter of an image. but, fuck, it really feels great and light! delight!

see you tomorrow and after tomorrow and the day after after tomorrow on moda za poneti! we have bunches of brand new, still warm bags and there are still some newborns to come, so come, come, come! and keep your fingers crossed for us as we're totally broke;)



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