Markéta Kosinová
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Last night I dreamed of chickens, there were chickens everywhere, they were standing on my stomach, they were nesting in my hair, they were pecking at my pillow, they were hopping on my head, they were ruffling up their feathers as they raced about my bed.
Why is it that our Instagram feed and fancy farfetched wish-lists are suddenly flooded with Cyrillic adorned football wear and brutalist repurposed cold war buildings?
Don't follow the stream little boy. Fashion editorial based on our SWARM MAG manifest.
Through the practice of wandering, I am attentive to the disruptions in our daily environments and ephemeral moments.
