In an attempt to keep herself alive and magical, she built a home that represented all of these things. All of the aches, and poems, and magic inside her heart now had a physical space. A collection of vintage golden mirrors, furs, and roses adorned the open loft. She hung no pictures on the walls, her collection of Bowie and Cowboy Kate prints arranged on the floor in no specific manner. She blasted rock n roll from the early morning to the late evenings - The Rolling Stones, Steve Miller Band, The Strokes, and Gregg Allman.
A place where she could pray in the morning and burn a million candles. A place where she could keep her vintage tee shirts and platform boots on the floor. A place where she could keep her favorite books in the oven. A place that only had champagne in the fridge.
She spent her days painting in expensive lingerie, listening to spiritual teachers and Fiona Apple. Cigarettes butts with pink lipstick marks in the clear glass ashtray outside the window. She build a world of her own above the bustling Soho. A factory girl who loved herself and her life. Filled with the passion that comes from "endeavoring to live the life that she had imagined."
To be creative each and everyday. For her, that was the highest of arts.
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tiger faux fur coat by Nasty Gal
pink stars faux fur coat by Nasty Gal
over the knee rock n roll studded boot by Jeffrey Campbell
simone leopard shades by Nasty Gal
joan bra nude & black by Agent Provocateur
joan brief nude & black by Agent Provocateur
photos by Dustin Genereux