I have a habit of over-thinking until my free-flow of my thoughts are blocked, and I’m locked in the same questions that swim endless circles in my head. The odd thought might end up like the fish, whose stomach exploded in our tank just before I arrived back from Auckland, after NZFW.
I was told he was discovered one morning, floating with his body greenish-black and turned almost inside out.
He had been suffering for a while.
I had contemplated flushing him down the toilet to save him from his miserable existence: his stomach had swollen and distorted to the most unexpected proportions, and with his lopsided body he could no longer swim to the bottom of the tank.
How does it feel to be a fish whose life can only be half lived? I often wondered if the other fish could sense what was happening to him.
I wanted to see his remains, as a last farewell. Is that strange?
But I couldn’t. He had been promptly disposed of—there were no photos, no evidence of his physical life—only the last memory I have of him that continues to swim around in my head, like the thoughts that chase each other in a whirlpool that has no end.
Style Tip: try a denim tunic over raw hemmed jeans for double-denim trouble, and keep the look streamlined with a pair of nude colored pointy-toe boots, rolling your sleeves up just below the elbow for cool, casual charm.
Karen Walker Tunic—no longer available (similar here, here and here) / Cropped frayed jeans (similar) / Collarless white shirt (similar here and here) / Kathryn Wilson Boots (try these) / Cote & Ciel Bag (similar) / Karen Walker Bracelet (similar) / The Horse Watch
Photography: Cheryl Lin Rodsted