The self-stalker of my own head to my own head

The self-stalker of my own head to my own head

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Here I was in Paris, just after the Wunderkind fashion show. And you know how these things go: after going to a fashion show, fashion bloggers love to take pictures of their outfit so they can post them on their blog.
Actually, there are also the ones who wait and wait until a streetstyle photographer captures their look, so that they can stalk themselves online and post those pictures on their blog. And of course, it sounds much cooler if you write “Tommy Ton, thank you for the amazing pic” (in this video I stress the importance of the word amazing).

The word “location” lately is stalking my mind.
I need to find a locationI need to find a locationI need to find a locationI need to find a location.

Location. I have never been an anxious person. Location. But turns out that I am anxious when it comes to important matters. Everything else. And the location. It makes me anxious. The fact of being anxious makes me anxious.
And then everyone tells me not to worry, that everything will be all right, that so many people will come that I will look beautiful, but right now I can’t really think straight.

Could’t my mind just slow down, from time to time? Or at least it could now. I keep repeating my own monologue that goes like: “no, it can’t slow down, not now, because now you need it to spin around, you need this kind of adrenaline to make you euphemistically euphoric”.
I need it. At least that’s what she said (she is the other me).

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