ILYSSE
Ilysse is film noir with a Hitchcock twist
Brooklyn high-tops on flights to anywhere but here
she's melody and lyrics at 4 a.m.; her skin is porcelain,
liquid, and light; her hair becomes a separate goddess; she is
the exact invocation of sleight of hand, the denomination of guile;
the cleverly sincere art of intelligent fuck you very much. there isn't
enough time to photograph Ilysse. there simply aren't enough confounded
and confusing ways to say how I adore her. i just do. adore Ilysse.
~Emmanuela
note to lyssie: there are days i'm fairly certain you're the only person who loves me. mil gracias xo
