The first delivery of Gail Sorronda has just arrived...
There’s a low continuous drone like a cloud
of mosquitoes blanketing the sun. Distant
murmurs on an island, their apparition
drowned out in an oceanic swell of noise.
Opiates have dulled the senses. Chemicals
pattern the sky. The funeral procession is
met head on in a solemn ceremony.
The beaded armour offers protection from
the evil eye as the Sirocco wind starts to
blow; whispering and touching us softly
like raindrops. Our human instincts emanate
from the heart. This beat is our sound.
Pictured first is the Wednesday Dress, and above - the Rope Dress, both available in black and white...
FALLOW.
