“It's a secret code," said Calvin.
"Girls are not not like boys. If a boy wants to kill you, he says 'I'm going to kill you.' If a girl wants to kill you, she says, 'We need to talk.' That's the code."
I gasped. "Has a girl ever wanted to talk to you?" I asked.
"Yup," said Calvin.
"How come you're still alive?" I asked.
"I vomited," said Calvin.”
Today I'm borrowing from the boys. A trouser short, an oxford shoe, yes, oui, si boys.
I'm like a chameleon and dressing for my surroundings.
white skies, banana leaves on the browned out fall out, the blackest rain clouds // today maybe not tomorrow
I'm also borrowing from my stylist life, testing out a few new approaches to on the go dressing.
Try it. Feels nice.
(And before we go let's have a moment of silence for Calvin #1, he shouldn't take us girls so seriously.)
*opening story Lenore Look, Alvin Ho: Allergic to Birthday Parties, Science Projects, and Other Man-made Catastrophes