đŸ‡¬đŸ‡§Britishhumour
The Gilded Restraint
They seat us with saddles, they choke us with silk… What’s next? Are they planning to lock up our very hearts? Anya.K
đŸ‡¬đŸ‡§Britishhumour
With caramelised knife
đŸ‡¬đŸ‡§Britishhumour
The Illusion of Choice
Country mouse or city mouse... does it even matter? Tell me, little saddler... Is the air in Paris still so... exquisite?
đŸ‡¬đŸ‡§Britishhumour
The Plushie Revolution
Let them eat cake'? Oh, I'm sorry. The Jellycats turned it all into plushies, so there’s nothing left for you. Too bad Anya.K
đŸ‡¬đŸ‡§Britishhumour
The Solider's Scrap
Burberry? ...A brand that reduced a soldier's pride to a mere scrap of fabric. How vacuous.
đŸ‡¬đŸ‡§Britishhumour
The Boundary of Rain
It’s been raining, and I love it. My umbrella keeps people like you out of my sight. Dismiss.
đŸ‡¬đŸ‡§Britishhumour
The Naked Remainder
Are you feeling safe now, covered in all those logos? But tell me... once those clothes are stripped away, and that bag is taken from your hand, what exactly is left of you?
đŸ‡¬đŸ‡§Britishhumour
The Centerpiece
Steak and potatoes. You and that bag. I wonder, which one is the actual centerpiece?
đŸ‡¬đŸ‡§Britishhumour
Marmalade Prison
I’ve been buying oranges lately. That poor bear in the blue coat... he looks like he’s working himself to death. Thousands of tourists, all wanting a piece of his 'charm' until his soul turns into marmalade. He’s not a symbol, darling; he’s a prisoner.
đŸ‡¬đŸ‡§Britishhumour
Fragile dreams
This chocolate frog keychain? He can’t hop away, poor thing. And when I first got him, he smelled so sweet—now, there’s nothing left." Dreams are such fragile, fleeting things, aren't they? Anya.K
đŸ‡¬đŸ‡§Britishhumour
The Uniform of Ignorance
Oh, those colorful scarves are simply marvelous. It’s so incredibly kind of them to wear a title that clearly doesn't match their lineage, just to inform the world of their own ignorance I really should learn from their generosity... don't you think?" Anya.k
đŸ‡¬đŸ‡§Britishhumour
The Silk Shroud
Oh, I see... you’ve crafted a shroud that depicts both life and death. A horse: half-skeletal, half-living. How very... educational. The mannequins, they march toward their graves, clutching their pristine bags until the very end. To capture such a scene on a single piece of silk... How thoughtful of
đŸŒ¸Dior
The Hollow Spring
What kind of Sakura did Monsieur Dior actually see? Dior whispers of Sakura and sings of Japan. They weave a narrative of "Japonism" and "delicate craftsmanship" like a lullaby for the mindless. But their Sakura has no blood in its veins. True beauty in Sakura is