Madam Callooon !!exclusive!! -

So here’s to the cracked teacups, the unfinished symphonies, the strange names, and the beautiful nonsense.

Finding the Whimsy: An Ode to Madam Callooon madam callooon

P.S. If you see her, tell her I still have her purple umbrella. She left it here in 1987. So here’s to the cracked teacups, the unfinished

We spend so much energy curating a flawless image for the internet. But Madam Callooon is gloriously, unapologetically messy. She has glitter in her hair from a project she started three years ago. She speaks in non-sequiturs. She laughs at funerals and cries at birthday parties because she feels things in the wrong order. I invite you today to find your inner Madam Callooon. So here’s to the cracked teacups