
Charm
I never told anybody about my quest, I never stopped looking.
Making visible the "aesthetic envelope" that expresses and shapes feeling, belief, and moral conviction.

I never told anybody about my quest, I never stopped looking.

She is the embodiment of the matriarchal spirit.

This armor is entirely literal.

A symbol of how we map out the direction and speed of the winds of change.

I screamed and plunged my arm in to grab it.

The one pretty thing that reminded me of oily, deep-fried food.

Symbols for the first thing that let me pretend to be who I wanted to be.

There’s something more fantastical than ironic about them.

It felt like the kind of physical thing you bring back from Narnia.

“I need a decent bell,” I said.

What a libertine wants, more than anything, is liberty.

I considered it the epitome of bad taste.

“One step ahead.”

How did these Mooninite lite-brite devices end up all over Boston?