The real revolution is, in fact, firstly internal… and then it spreads out. Like a butterfly flapping its wings to create a hurricane in China. Is this not the heart of the revolution? Don't we have the core of revolution within us?
To change. To change oneself. To transform oneself. There are those who hide forever to be accepted and those who transform themselves to be accepted. There are those who wear a mask forever so as not to be seen and there are those who use it to be seen. There are those who reveal themselves to free themselves and those who never want to reveal themselves in order to be free. Like a Joan of Arc, who tried to be a man too she could be the strong woman she wanted to be. Who took on the clothes that society demanded of her, even though they were different from hers (or what was expected of her), to fulfill what she believed to be the divine plan for herself. Who dared to be a male warrior to become a female legend. And the most dichotomous thing about this dichotomy is that, one or the other, it's all the same: either because we are what we cannot show, or we show what we are not, we all have a cocoon. The real revolution is, in fact, firstly internal… and then it spreads out. Like a butterfly flapping its wings to create a hurricane in China. Is this not the heart of the revolution? Don't we have the core of revolution within us? Photography by Martina Keenan. Styling by Stefania Chekalina.
Originally translated from The Revolution Issue, published April 2023.Full stories and credits on the print issue.