Identity crisis / by vanessa

This is a picture of my nails. I like their chipped, oh-I-just-threw-this-on aesthetic. In the world where I make things to put in galleries or write things to publish on websites or draw things to post on public walls, this nail art is perfectly acceptable. It fits in. And then in that other world, the place where I spend most of my days, the one that is responsible for my income and requires me to read things like the Harvard Business Review for fun, these nails aren't seen for their artist chic. These nails, two weeks past their better days, tell the story of a girl from Kent just trying to keep it together.

chipped nails