thinking of rio i can’t but help to imagine colour, creatures and carnaval. promises around every corner; bodies moving day for night. fernando cozendey brings all of this together. his catsuit game carries both fantasy and freedom; these garments generally don’t leave much to hide and that’s exactly the point here; allowing each their pride place regardless of perceptions of perfection.
i knew my feathers were broken, just like my heart. i knew i was lonely, just like my heart. I knew you were waiting, just like my heart.
now my heart is broken, just like your love. now my trust is broken, just like your heart. now you are gone, just like my love.