ISOLDE DALL
Madarin Madness
She and Manon each peeled their mandarin — both carved a perfect spiral and tossed it over their left shoulder for luck. Then came the reading. The sacred ritual.
Hers curled into a clear, undeniable N.
Manon’s was still unfolding—its magical chapters yet to be revealed.
Porcelain Politics
Stripes and dots, pink bags and political shoes—everyone agreed on two thing:It’s hard being a porcelain doll in a democratic household, and your plastic bag should always determined your outfit.
No one trusted the opposition’s tights.
Stomachs & Knits are Pink
Some wore pink to seduce. Others wore it like a warning. Knits stretched over questionable intentions, and sunburnt midriffs appeared without asking permission.
But in the end, they all agreed: If you made a Bacon Barbie you already won
Socks & Sex
It started with socks. It ended with three misunderstandings, a soup,
one hard boiled egg and an succesful flirtation in a stairwell.
“Socks and sex,” she said, “why do people insist they can’t coexist?
They should match.”
Why are Golden Retrivers Beige?
Everything safe is beige.
Golden retrievers. Napkins. Overcooked rice.
Is it the color of never deciding, always agreeing? Or maybe deciding too much?
She missed her red tights for a moment.
Milk for Dinner
Nobody cooked. Nobody apologized. The soup was cold, the scale was broken, and the milk was symbolic.
She wore a silk with sweatpants & pickles as her accessories Another brought a green ball, unsure if it was food or philosophy.
someone whispered; “Comfort was a concept we outgrew"
About The
Reincarnated Isolde
Isoldes world is built on contrasts and deliberate play. Where innocence meets precision, and irony lingers beneath polished surfaces.
A visual language shaped by symbols and silhouettes—familiar enough to feel true, strange enough to stay.
