Dear Balenciaga, a poem by Trew Love

I've always taken my name, Trew Love, very seriously. The story behind it can explain why. Back in 2012, I was wandering (drunkenly with...

Onto the blank canvas must always be the first stroke. Whether in pencil, forming the outlines of the main feature, or a wide stroke of...

I would like to believe that every artist comes to a moment where the existential question of "Who am I?" begins to emerge. What am I...

Hello and welcome to the first post of my blog that doesn't have a a name yet. I'm glad you're here. I am starting this blog because I...