Sometimes I just want to be Alice Dellal.
She somehow manages to go against conformity yet still gets what she wants. She's wanted by everyone, but doesn't give a fuck. So what if she shaves off half a head of hair? Alexander Wang'll give her his whole collection, and she'll prance around New York in it, covering coveted cashmere in clouds of smoke as she stomps past peoples' houses in her DMs.
It'd be nice to just put my arms in the air, close my eyes and ignore the world, but there's always something to just ground you and bring you back to mundanity.