in French, rêveur - is the word for "Daydreamers".
If i am but one thing this could be it.


One day, ill wake up in a bed.
It will be made of hte highest quality
satin. Its sheets peeled back in a deep
bergandy like a cut blossoming on obsinian
flesh. A soft feather down comfater would be
under a few layers of furs and all this cloaked
behind layers of fabric draped and hung
lavishly from the poles of its canapy.

There will be a quiet scurrie around the room-
dark as pitch (the large balcony and its windows
would be shielding the sun back with opaque
velvet curtains). And the heavy wooden doors
would close with a silent -thud-. This should be
enough to wake me up and ill see at the edge
of my bed, along a heavy trunk my clothes
will have been layed out for me. Course, not
my outing clothes ! Just something pretty i wouldnt
be embaresed to walk around the house in,
provided someone saw my figure from a window.
Its just there to get me to the room down the hall.

A room JUST for my wardrobe. Gowns and corsets
galore! Tons! The entire room dedicated to my
attire. But the great part of it?Was that it was
all just..mine..inherited. Id just be that noble a
blood that id of been born with such priviliages
and people to help me get dressed in my fabuliously
ornate attire to start my day off...and...that day
would not consist of demeaning trivial jobs at
the local town station.Nupe. My life would souly
consit of passion. I would live passionatly with
my love. I would work passionatly with a career
of my choosing. All passion.


Model, Photographer, Stylist - Me.
Btw. NOTHING in my gallery is stock.
Nothing.