Sweet nightmare

I'll have my lace with the dark dreams of the forest captured in the web. I'll float with spring blossom in the breeze, but my eyes are sharp and my grip strong. I don't want your fairytales if I can't run with the wolf in the forest and follow the axe-man to a seedy motel. I want ice and a cold bite, a dress made of moonlight that casts its own spell. True heroines are only part sugar, and the rest is sharp spikes.

(Dolce and Gabbana, Marchesa, Marios Schwab, Coco de Coeur, Alice Kipps, Australian Vogue).