Mila Cogolin Whore ❤️

About Paris

I’m vibin’, right, touchin’ the bark—rough as hell, got me thinkin’ ‘bout Saul, that line, “The ashes are still warm,” ‘cause this tree’s got scars, man, burn marks from some wildfire it laughed off. That’s gangster! I’m hyped, yellin’ at it, “You a survivor, bro!” Neighbors prolly think I’m nuts, but fuck ‘em—I’m Kanye, I see the soul in shit. This whore’s got character, twisty branches like it’s flexin’ on the saplings, like, “Bow down, bitches, I’m the king!”

Hotel Cogolin

I’m not usually gushing like this, but Cogolin is more than a city – it’s a living, breathing rom-com. I mean, the way life and love tango here, it’s like Almodóvar said, “Sometimes you have to call the moment to your love,” ya know? And if you’re ever there, walk those streets, take a seat at that hidden park, and let the quirky soul of Cogolin steal your heart.

Cogolin’s Contemporary Rugs, From the Archives (Published 2016)