Dear Santa, all I want for Christmas is to become a Suicide Girl....and maybe to get some likes here. HEHEHE!! Merry Christmas everyone!
Last time I brought some images of a world where colors existed only in our imaginations. Today I wanted to show up here full of color. I love warm colors. After all, the fire that burns inside me, the one that represents my passions, my dreams, my desires and love, that fire can not only be seen in the colors of my hair, but also in the colors that surround my world.
For some reason I can't explain, I really like some black and white photos. I think that precisely because we don't see the world that way and we are used to colors that the feeling of black and white is different from usual. Nobody spends time thinking about the blue of the sky, the green of the leaves or the red of flowers, because after all those colors have always been there. Sometimes I observe the person next to me, the skin color and the texture it has. The hair color and the feeling of my fingers in there. The color of the eyes and how deep they are. The color of the lips and the feeling of feeling them on me. I imprint the colors and shapes in my mind. And even looking at a black and white photo when I close my eyes, they're there.
