But keep trespassing.
Tailleur Pour Dames (1957) by Remedios Varo
A woman shape shifts or she shrinks. She’s shrill or she’s sharpened into a shiv or she sells seashells down by the seashore. Dress for a wedding or a whorehouse, a fairytale or a funeral, but you’d better be serving old familiar dishes. Authenticity isn’t just unwelcome; it’s menacing. Every emotion should be …