On a different note Garde could represent some of the finest clothes;
Drawing its inspiration from already existing lines, dancing these webs made of concrete.
Keeping a steady rythm based on our ancestors hard labour now mixed into the surrounding sounds of the city.
Static...
Buzz from the streetlights stirrs up into a frenzy, conjuring the spirits of a time long gone.
One last time, one last dance, one night to remember in a lifetime consisting of now now now.
Light feet, convincing heady heads to get up,
while we are witnessing the process of growth in this never ending spiral of doing and undoing.
Our thoughts are our actions no more than the clothes we wear define who we are.
This is not design this is...