The creator of the little black book and the one who gave me my own black book to write in has now left for London. The bad part about being friends with a model, is that when your going to spend your summer in Falsterbo doing dishes and serving at a restaurant all day she is going to be in London, Berlin or Copenhagen dressed in beautiful clothes and high heels with gorgeous male models working the runways in the day and dancing all night. But she disserves it; she disserves to have the best time of here life because she is one of the best parts in mine. My Masha took care of me from the first day of school, she turned the shy little girl who wouldn’t say a thing out loud and who had no sense of style into some one who can utter her mind and opinion with a strong voice if she see fit and who can walk in high heels and dress quite okay from time to time. Masha has now and then given me these collages printed on paper, pictures and text that for us makes perfect sense and describes our lives. These collages, our just some of them (some are still waiting to be printed), I have put together into a big black book that is gone be filed with collages and pictures that depict the story of Masha and Svetlana.
Before we said: were ever Masha goes Svetlana goes and were ever Svetlana goes Masha goes but this motto wont work anymore. Masha is a true model and true models need to travel the world. The thought of dragging her to Kenya with me in one of my suitcases, however tempting it might be, it is just not a possibility. My addiction to my heels might be serious but after a wile I’ll cope with being forced to where flats but with Masha it is too late. She will never be able to take the heels of and be “normal” in height, because both she and I know that being 181-184 cm just isn’t enough.
// I MISS MY MASHA //
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