Days are hectic, nights are shortcuts, just another lil’bit and I guess I’m gonna turn nuts. Feeling like a modeling mercenary, a fashionable solider of fortune (and fame). There is no love for sale, only for rent — drop me a note if you wanna get your dope. Mine is tea and work, cramps throughout my legs and red veins in my washed-out, thrifty eyes. What sounds like a desolate landscape if you don’t take enough care, is a cry of joy from my side; hadn’t felt so happy to burry myself in my daily duties for a while. Turning into a real chainworker (and chainsmoker as a bonus), it’s with an unfaked and sincere pleasure that I’m diving into my topic of today: another shoot of Tati Cotliar (this time captured by Karine Basilio and styled by Thiago Ferraz), another one from I Magazine after the gorgeous and minimalist story with Solange two days ago. Same magazine, different atmosphere and a subject that has never failed to fascinate me: the unbreakable link between fashion and art.