It features not one, but two, pro-LBTQ+ covers. It’s photographed by the iconic duo Mert and Marcus, and it follows the example set by the late, renowned, Franca Sozzani; if you haven’t figured it out yet, I’m talking about Italian Vogue’s September Covers.
God bless these 20 somethings I say, when I’ve barely learned its lessons; besides the lessons of heart break, and the process of learning who I am, and what I stand for – which is something I thought I already knew, but I guess I was just naïve – clearly.
I write you a story, but it loses it’s thread – just like how Andrew Birds verse is going to. It’s quite literal when they say how one song can usher an abundant amount of memories, and Pulaski At Night surely did.
As I dust of my keyboard, crack my knuckles, and plug in my headphones, I realize how long of a while it’s been since i’ve last worked on content – I regret how I allowed it to happen, but all that falls, must rise again – so here’s hoping…
It’s very much a masochist cycle of reconstructing the foundation, and then deconstructing it to mere gravel. The tint on these rose colored glasses have faded, and the vivid images, and recollections of past occurrences have been groundedly invasive.
It’s very evident that I am who I am today because of who my parents once were, and till this day remain to be – Romantics, hopeless romantics. After nights of asking them individually about how they met, and how they fell in love, It ended tonight with the outcome of me breaking down infront of my mom.
I’ve said it once, and I’ll keep on saying it again, the night and I are fairly acquainted. We’ve built quite a bond, and the strength of it, revolves around you, and us, or what we used to be.
It’s intolerable, and amongst everything that has been partially bearable this past year, it seems like this specific conundrum has put so many in so much unease – it’s when your train of thought happens to run on a track with no grease, creating an abrade screech that seizes you at any moment; Mental Disorders.
I think of you so often, and it’s hard not to do so – I’ve tried, but to no avail. In all honesty, It doesn’t shock me; I mean why would it, we’ve immersed into each other’s lives so immensely that it’s hard not to pick myself up and not be drenched with the imprinted thoughts that you’ve left behind.
It’s an event that showcases the preeminent of what Adliya has to offer, be it the art adorned streets, the atmosphere it creates that surely derives the cosmopolitan, and locals, and not to forget the endless memorable moments that you’ll capture with an abundance of pictures, videos, and posts that you will make across your social media accounts; The Nest Festival For Art & Design 2016.