Show
me the modern mind, Andromeda says, like a mantra, saturated with color and
eager for more. All fairy tales begin as
myths, which begin as dreams, whose roots are ancient memories of trees in our
minds. Like a Jackson Pollock, we drip
paint; like a Cecil Beaton we fabricate images; like a Buster Keaton, we keep
falling to learn how to land. The brand
we create is the brand we become. Are we all genetic engineers, altering a
litany of variables to find the most perfect version of ourselves? We live to
satisfy our cravings, but let experts guide us into “what we want.”
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