Photography of Victoria Eliazabeth, Runway 7, NYFW: 9/24 

A Rose from Concrete: A Poem and Excerpt 

For thousands of years, we had a stable climate that allowed us to thrive.

We laid down roots. Grew crops, built families, futures.

Buildings went up. As the sun went down:

Each day a new chance to change.  

We all went about our business. We drilled, baby, drilled.

Ignored all of the broken pieces—swept them all aside.

Good riddance. Let the Thunder and 

Lightning pass while we pursued  

Beauty, perfection.

Photography of Jiaqi Chen by Melissa Lully, Broken Mirror Beauty 

Built bigger things, brand new, shiny and tall.

In full bloom, a beautiful red rose until she

Pricked her finger on its thorn and 

Each storm came again, bigger   

Storm Photography by Melissa Lully, Broken Mirror Beauty 

With more destruction.

Chaos...

Another "hottest year on record." Earth dry, like 

Concrete. 3x more storms than 100 years ago 

They deny. Distract, divide conquer.

Knock down buildings. Break up

Families. Take names.

Photography of Chrissy Alexandra by Lynne's Photography 

Hurricane Katrina: everybody 

Move! ...Gravity is another 

Bitch. If you can hear her,

It's already too 

Late.