2020
All's fair in love and war, they said. You have to be conspicuous, sexually attractive, you have to go over the heads. The reddest lipstick, the most silky dress, the strongest point-blank gaze. And no matter how hard I try, you touch my neck and I just fall into your arms. Why is my weapon all this stupid decoration, and yours is the natural smell of your body and the strength of your arms?
Sometimes it seems to me that it’s some kind of crazy useless fight for you, for your attention, for your body, for your presence in my life, and as soon as lose your touch, as soon as I lose you from my field of vision, you will just leave me for the one whose dress fits the hips more sensually and the eyes shine brighter.

Lips eyes hips
Lips eyes hips
Lips eyes hips
Who do I fight with?

But I know what you like and I love this fight. Hair put in a tight bun, tenderness of the hands and fragile naked neck covered with a firm leather belt. I know you want to touch my hips when they are covered with a black silk dress. I know that you love when I kiss your fingers and look strait into your eyes. This is a fight with her, always with her. For you, with her. The one with the reddest lipstick and tighter hair bun will win you back. Intensity of the touch, seductive voice tones, the reddest lipstick, I’ll find the color that doesn’t even exist. Thongs stockings belt bra, thongs stockings belt bra, thongs stockings belt bra, black pepper perfume, champagne perfume, all over again.
Lips eyes hips
Lips eyes hips
Lips eyes hips


I know what you like. I love when you absorb me with your eyes.
Anyway, I put this uniform on. You jerk off, waiting for me. I grab a taxi.
all's fair in love and war/ video, text
2020
camera: Darya Rasokhina
editing/performance/ words Paulina Masevnina

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