You could call them sisters, the four of them. they weren’t born like we were though, they were born as no one else had been. History tells the first was born the most hypnotizing bird in all the forests, never able to fly and at times envious of her sisters. The second was famously known for being the tallest, said to be born as a rose that never stopped growing. The third sister was the moon the stars and the sky at midnight, untouchable and forever glowing. The only way of describing the last sister is if you have ever felt like nothing would be okay, like you would remain empty of mistakes, love or joy.. but suddenly snow would fall around you, as if to freeze you in time but also show the constant movement of life. She was like that.
All four were in their own ways magnificent. Destined to grow, fly and move skies. Yet they chose to be human and here they remained. Could you imagine having as much purpose as the night sky, then being so limited to one place? So, they influenced what they had. Thus from then on we were given a quarter each from them. This is why we reach for the skies after so long, after so many mistakes, after so much shock.
PHOTOS - NYFW: Marchesa Fall 2012- “The Details”