underwater city.

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bodies are shifting all around me, stepping from one square brick to the next. at some point, someone took a brick to hand and placed it here, carefully glueing a stepping stone for all to conquer. yet there’s no movement here. i watch faces pass each other in utter disinterest. like lukewarm water escaping the palm of my hands and heading downward through my fingers. i’m out of touch.

i crave mayhem, i crave for the rush. i’m afraid there’s no progress. and maybe the city is underwater, slowing down movement as some rip through their muscles trying to paddle forward, unable to beat the current.

xx

BODYSUIT by Nasty Gal
VEGAN LEATHER PANTS by Widow
SHOES by Jeffrey Campbell
BAG by Paul’s Boutique
NECKLACE by Blue Hen Shop
BRACELET by Electric Feather Co

Photos by Briana Elledge

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New York Fashion Week Day 1

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First day of my favorite madness. I flew to New York hella early Friday morning and took a cab straight to Rachel’s place in Bushwick, aka second home. After spending a week in a desert at Burning Man (diary post coming soon), the phrase culture shock doesn’t even explain it.

Rachel hadn’t quite come alive for the day yet, so I had this cute thought that maybe I could nap before we started the day. Then it clicked that I’m in New York and was like LOL we have about an hour to get ready and get an uber to our first show. Wishful thinking, ya feel me?

We hit up two shows yesterday: Sally LaPointe and Martin Keehn. Sally LaPointe was basically everything I want to be… clean black/white, classy but somehow still casual. I’d wear Sally LaPointe to grab a tea down the street or a cocktail at the Dream. And seeing how some of my favorite brands are Skingraft, ODD, etc, it was pretty easy to obsess over Sally LaPointe. Martin Keehn was also great because I hadn’t seen a menswear presentation in a while and the vibe of the show was really chill and not so rushed feeling like most of fashion week.

In between shows Rachel and I also stopped at the Sequin NYC showroom. My good friend is the PR girl at Sequin and she hooked us up with some cool jewels. After the three events of the day my the bottom of my feet felt like they were gonna explode (can’t complain though, I mean look at those amazing Steve Maddens) and I needed some grub in my system. So Rachel and I ended the night by ordering sushi in bed and watching the L word and falling asleep by the exciting hour of 11:30pm.

HAREM PANTS by Swaychic
TOP vintage

SHOES by Steve Madden
SUNGLASSES by Incognito Eyewear

Photos by Phillip Van Nostrand

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cages.

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“our hearts are wild creatures. that’s why our ribs are cages” she mutters as she pours the end of her lagavulin bottle on the pile of furs and jewels on her living room floor, with that look on her face like mistakes are just nature’s thrill seekers.

she’s an old soul in an old body. she’s had more than most people ever will. she’s lived beyond the point of giving a fuck, because giving a fuck requires explaining your past to your present.

and that theme has resurrected her old habits.

it’s been 8 days since she left the house, 4 days since she had solid food, and 22 hours until she would fall into a lasting coma beside her fur on the living room floor.

she finally takes a seat next to me, letting her fragile body sink into a love seat that costs more than my chevy parked in her ten-car driveway.

“when i was 8 i broke three ribs” she takes a slow drag of her hand-rolled cigarette, “when they woke me up on the hospital bed asking how it happened, i broke out laughing”

“why?”

smoke comes out of her mouth and dances away from her lips in the shape of poorly-drawn circles, and for the first time during my 3 hour visit to her home, she looks up at me,

“i found it funny that the doctors didn’t realize how wild a heart can be.”

xx

“DRUGS” CREW NECK SWEATER by Batoko

Photos by Cachet

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