Where are you Madeliene Rose?
I am in a closet brimming with couture; I am in the waves of Muccacina’s head of hair and under the silk organza of Givenchy’s top.
I am on a rocky beach with the wind hitting my face and I am in bed, listening to Lana del Rey’s sweet-demonic voice.
I am in the garden, watching every flower bloom and I am in the woods away from everyone, even from the light of the moon.
Story credit: Image via Marie Claire Italia.