It all began with Edward Scissorhands. That sweet, misunderstood outcast. When I was little, I used to get my dad to prosthetically cast scars on my face, then I’d walk around pinching together my and fore and middle fingers, just like Edward.
Disfigurement and isolation aside, the multicoloured fairytale-esque architecture in that film has never ceased to arouse in me that warm sensation when aesthetics unexplainably hits you right in the feels.
The north end of the planet have got it going on when it comes to fairytale looking towns and cities. Maybe everyone would be walking around with corpse paint on during bleaker times if it weren’t for a splash of colour. There’s something captivating about cold climates and pretty colours.
Scandinavia, northern Europe, Russia and Canada particularly send my imagination to the moon.
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