camille rowe photographed by jane mcleish-kelsey for the sunday times via Who What Wear.com.
I slept all summer, and it rained a lot. It was unlike any other summer I’ve had. Last summer it was hot, I fell in love and stopped sleeping. I got skinnier, I found some people to hate. Everyone was changing
I think I’ve torn myself apart enough now, I know what exists inside me. I’m faced with the challenge of inventing more of myself, I’m sick of constantly thinking about the past.
For the first time I confidently like who I am :)
It’s weird feeling ok, feeling good. Where’s all my loniliness, frustration. Where my grief gone? It’s hard getting anything done when you feel so good all the time.
Possibly the dumest thing to complain about. Ever.
I might just have to get so drunk I make myself sick. I need to stay up all night till I hurt.
an internet message to philippa anne
i have no way of speaking with you
except through open tumblr posts.
i will send another letter tomorrow.
i have no idea what happened to the one i wrote.
i am so sorry.
the art from your last message has been on my wall
probably for months and months at this point.
I blame the US mail system. Though I know nothing about it…
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