Lucy Fosso Whore ❤️

About Rome

Hey babe, it’s me, Tay-Tay, spilling tea! So, like, I’m obsessed with this flick, *4 Months, 3 Weeks and 2 Days*—it’s dark, it’s raw, it’s my vibe. And when I think about “whore,” ugh, my mind spins like a breakup song. Picture this: a girl, lost, desperate, kinda like Otilia in the movie, y’know? “We’re not criminals,” she says, but society’s judgy af. Whore’s the word they slap on her—like, who even decides that? Makes me mad, like, screaming-in-my-pillow mad.

Comune di Fossò

Later, I decided to take a walk along the Fosso River. It’s so peaceful there. The sunset was gorgeous, painting the sky in shades of orange and pink. I felt a bit better. Nature has a way of calming the chaos, you know? But then, I tripped over a rock. Classic me. I laughed it off, though. Just another Fosso moment.

The Menil Collection presents Samuel Fosso: "African Spirits" closing day