My dream.

I want to live in a old shabby appartment...
You go to this bad neighbourhood in Melbourne, and see this old appartment building, basically falling apart.
You go up the stairs, to the 6th floor, and knock on the door covered in fingerprints of paint.
I open the door, wearing overalls covered in paint, I have paint on my face, where i have obviously rubbed my nose.
As you look past me you realise the bold scent of flowers, you cannot pick the type, but it is mixed with oil, turps and my perfume.
The appartment is not big, but neither small. It is perfect. It has a double bed covered with sheets and clothes in the right hand corner. It is placed under the windows that look out over to the city.
The windows stream light all over the appartment, catching light on the photographs and canvas placed against and on the walls.
The walls are painted cream, a almost metalic colour, but the paint is rotting. Giving the whole appartment a shabby chic feel.
As you walk in you notice the sketches, all over the floor. All my designs and ideas, left on the floor to grow.
You see my kitchen table, covered in material, my sewing machine covered with material samples and pins.
You see my cameras, my collection, up on a shelf that has been DIY'd and smile.

I want to live like me.
I want to wear what I want.

Imagin, you see me, hair is a mess, but done.
I am wearing boots, not tight boots, but ankle combat boots, I have a parker on, a camo coloured one. And, Then, cream/brown tights, and then a dark floral dress. I don't care if it doesn't look good, it's what I want to wear. It represents me.
The boots - The outdoors
The Parker - the reserved
The tights - Different
Dark Floral - Normal, but unique

I want to be with whoever I want
I want to believe without judgement
I want to capture true emotion