{"id":152048,"date":"2014-12-27T00:00:00","date_gmt":"2014-12-27T00:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/gracious-khorana.45-76-20-142.plesk.page\/sartorial-winter-elizabeth-suzann-agnes-badoo-lauren-manoogian-coclico\/"},"modified":"2023-06-26T17:11:36","modified_gmt":"2023-06-26T17:11:36","slug":"sartorial-winter-elizabeth-suzann-agnes-badoo-lauren-manoogian-coclico","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/localmilkblog.com\/2014\/12\/sartorial-winter-elizabeth-suzann-agnes-badoo-lauren-manoogian-coclico.html","title":{"rendered":"Sartorial Winter | Elizabeth Suzann \/ Agnes Badoo \/ Lauren Manoogian \/ Coclico"},"content":{"rendered":"
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Last night I imagined myself a spirit floating through the Douglas fir trees on a darkened mountain road. Spectres can\u2019t bleed, but I imagined the branches scratching my face. I imagined the lines such scratches would make. Thin and red, slightly raised and rough to the touch. It seemed pretty to me, that image. I imagined the trees gently, gently scraping my cheeks as I drove through them in the very dark of a narrow road, the crescent moon & my head lights the only luminescence. A deer hemmed and hawed on the embankment. I slowed. She walked past, another ghost. I was heavy, tired. Bored by the thought of absolutely everything. The thought of hearing myself talk suffocated me. The thought of listening to anyone else talk, the same. I thought about Truman Capote. Felt extraneous. Thought again about the woods. Thought about life before social media with acute pain. I missed it deeply, that time before<\/i>. My mind jumped. I remembered a new years in the woods in 2003 when phones made phone calls and we still took photos with those cheap disposable cameras from the Eckerd\u2019s .<\/p>\n

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A bunch of college kids, a bonfire, and a cabin in the woods. Beer, drugs, and less sex than you\u2019d think. The boy I gave the LSD to, well he didn\u2019t really float, but he, a new born demon, did fly through the woods with a single minded madness and the disjointed kaleidoscopic intent of one who has, perhaps two hours prior, ingested psychotropic bits of paper some girl in a ski vest from the 70\u2019s and a Peeky Blinder\u2019s looking news boy cap brought up to Tennessee from New Orleans in a Death Cab for Cutie CD case. Tore his shirt, showed up bleeding and wild eyed sometime later in the night. I, eyes dilated and lips only curled, shrugged and said I couldn\u2019t be blamed and couldn\u2019t be bothered. I wasn\u2019t going to babysit, I said. He\u2019ll be fine<\/em>.\u00a0I think I woke up in the floor that morning and went to Waffle House for breakfast. I didn\u2019t kiss anyone that night. There were entire universes, lifetimes you could fall into if you kissed someone on LSD. I didn\u2019t like it. So I didn\u2019t kiss anyone, not at midnight, not at any time. I was probably only 19 or so and found myself at a cabin in the woods on Monteagle Mountain, the same mountain I found myself floating through last night, that one New Year\u2019s Eve. The bonfire was towering and roared all night, and it was the year that Outkast song \u201cHe Ya!\u201d was topping the charts. I found myself lots of places on New Years Eves, but honestly, that\u2019s the only one I can remember without trying. I don\u2019t much feel like trying. I shake my head. How is it the only New Year\u2019s Eve I can remember is eleven years ago?\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u00a0Then I remember another. I wore a sequin dress and made buttons all night, the kind you pin on your lapel, to the various sounds of LCD Soundsystem and The Unicorns. My life turned on that night like a dime, but I wouldn\u2019t know it until probably a decade later. Time<\/i>, I think, like a child. It destroys everything in the most delicate way. It takes away your pain, and you don\u2019t mourn the worlds you\u2019ve lost. Time breeds indifference, and for that it is the kindest monster any of us will ever know. Another year comes now through the forest and with it new cares and new forgetfulness. The future preys upon the past and we, unawares, build bonfires in the present. I could smell the smoke in my hair for days. And then it was gone.<\/p>\n

Photos by Tiffany Mitchell<\/a> at Brash Coffee <\/a>in Chattanooga, TN.<\/p>\n

Wearing: Hat & Capote Coat by Lauren Manoogian<\/a>;\u00a0Linn Sweater\u00a0& Florecne Pant by Elizabeth Suzann<\/a>;\u00a0boots by Coclico<\/a>;\u00a0bag, Sac 1 by Agnes Badoo<\/a>, bracelet by Giant Lion<\/a><\/p>\n<\/div>\n<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

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