They don’t move. Grin from every corner. They stare at me. Do not say anything. But make my rooms beautiful. Skulls.
Style in a creepy way. Also kinda evil. But there is this extravagance. Artistic elegance. Nearly glamorous. They’re getting more and more and I’m already a minority in my own flat.
15 in number. Chromed, gilded, transparent, black, white, colorful or trimmed. As bottle, drinking glass, candle holder, bowl or just as decorative element. Even under my skin. Then 16.
True classics the little guys. But from fashion point of view still not always and anywhere wearable. However. From interior point of view applicable everywhere. Shrill, weird and stylish.