Photography by Hadar Pitchon

Why can’t I speak to boys? Why can’t I speak to men? I’m one of them. Aren’t I? I drifted away from everyone during fashion week. I did all I could to stay away from the scene. It just didn’t feel right. What was it? What was wrong with me.

I’ve forgotten how to talk to people.

I spent 90% of my career networking through Instagram and now I’m stuck. I can’t fucking talk to people. I did it all in one week. Lived all my dreams and now I’m back to dreaming. I crave more. I want more for me but I am forgotten. My 15 minutes of fame are history and I haven’t made history since. My existence is deleted. My career had finally taken off and I got scared. I was afraid of failure. I played the game so well. I Had the perfect brand. NolanRobert Navarro. Now it’s all gone. You think people would wonder where you went but honestly, no one gives a fuck. Once you’re out of the scene, everyone else levels up. You’re no longer competition. Not having a following is equivalent to not having a career. Who made these rules? FU fashion. You took the kid in me and twisted it. Fashion was my way out of high school. I was bullied into a realm of queer curiosity. Fashion was my way to express it but once you get harassed, once you get touched… it’s all gone. Keep your mouth shut.

Keep your mouth shut. You don’t want to get blacklisted. Just smile and keep the truth hidden in the back of your mind. Walk with poise and hope you look good. Information about yourself is posted at the rate you live your life. You get off the runway and BAM, you’re on Vogue. Instant gratification. Everyone’s going to be proud of me. Nobody has to know I’m suffering… JUST LOOK at how tired I am. Has nobody noticed? This is my payment. I’m welcomed home to a spread in a local magazine. Everyone knows who I am. Everyone knows I’ve made it but nobody cared to ask me about the downfall. This is the downfall. I had fame but it’s all gone. Until next time. Next season. Flying back to Texas meant nothing to me. In order for me to strive, I need to create and I can’t do that here. I lived all my little Texas dreams.


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