Разные

Somewhere between Adidas and red lipstick lives love, assembled from the incompatible - like a puzzle where the pieces don't seem to fit, but still hold together. He's a low bass and the smell of cigarettes by the window. She's heels, theatre, and Polaroid photos. Together, they are a strange, beautiful illogic that you can't tear yourself away from. It seems like nothing should work, but it does. As long as there's even a little fire burning, as long as we can speak in the same phrases and be silent in the same way. That chemistry isn't in the similarities, but in the differences that somehow come together to form a whole.