No, this is not a feminist rant. Nor is this a post about GRL PWR and cat calling (soz SJWs). I know – the pink palette and sassy sans serif might say otherwise.
“You’re not your job. You’re not how much money you have in the bank. You’re not the car you drive. You’re not the contents of your wallet. You’re not your fucking khakis.”
“And then I became aware of all the magnificent silk wrapped around my body, and had the feeling I might drown in beauty.” ― Arthur Golden, Memoirs of a Geisha
Lookin’ at summer like new faux, who dis?
What was essentially a project that was meant to be a simple campaign execution turned into a rabbit hole of inspiration. And I was more than happy to play Alice.