Get out of London. Down with the queen. She’s running wild in the castle with no clothes on, playing hide and seek and turning the master bedroom into a tree-fort. Married to the Monarch but having an affair with the Prime Minister. Baking pink cakes and painting frosting faces on her friends, she was the first to bring a Easy-Bake Oven into Buckingham Palace.
From Monday to Friday it’s tea parties in platforms, oversized sweaters and pink sunglasses. Her girlfriends come over for the entire afternoon, where they read poetry and listen to Kanye West while painting sea-inspired canvases in the garden. When night falls, it’s wine they can’t pronounce and attempting to slide down the castle steps on couch cushions.
Her Mother yells at her. Enough of this nonsense. She doesn’t understand what she did wrong. Never mind that, it’s off to sleep under her canopy of white.
She’ll do it all again tomorrow.
union jack sweater by Wildfox Couture
big lita shoe by Jeffrey Campbell
gold skeleton hand claw by Pray For Paris