bad omens

Walking on a pretty daze. Kurt Vile in my ears and Los Angeles in my heart. We took an afternoon ride down the sunset strip, the LA sun beating in through the car windows. I'm on a bit of a black coffee high, seeing everything like it was for the first time, but secretly comforted by the remembrance of it all. 

I don't know why I'm here, and I don't know why I want to stay. All I know is that I like this summer drive, and I'm down for whatever. 

x x 

jacket by NA-KD

sunglasses by Esqape

boots by Miu Miu

photos by Nat Sin