Solitaire ID

“Don’t wanna talk anymore:
I’m obsessed with silence.
I go home and I lock my door:
I can hear the sirens.
I see buildings and bars from the window
And I listen to the wind blow.
I see people and cars covered in gold
And I’m happy to be on my own.

I’m in love with ice-blue
Grey skies of England.
I’ll admit all I wanna do
Is get drunk and silent.
Watch my life unfold all around me
Like a beautiful garden.
I see flowers so tall they surround me.
Oh, my heart, it became so hardened.

Hard like a rock, cold like a stone,
White like a diamond, black like coal.
Cut like a jewel, yeah, I repair
Myself when you’re not there.

Solitaire,
Something you consider rare.
I don’t wanna be compared, yeah
With that cheap shimmer and glitter.
Solitaire.

And all the other jewels around me,
They astounded me at first.
I covered up my heart in boundaries
And all the fakes, they called me cursed.
But I’m not cursed, I’m not cursed,
I was just covered in the dirt.”

_{[ Solitaire – Marina & The Diamonds ]}


Here I am, freshly 27 years old. After almost three years (and with a drastic haircut in the meantime), it was about time I updated my ID. And of course, who better than my mom to take a sudden shot while I was shooting other stuff?
Also, Marina should stop writing songs about me.
Taken in Trieste, Italy.

Photo: DamaInNero
Model, editing, styling, grooming: GothicNarcissus Photography