If you can fix me up, you'll go a long way. East of the city she dwelled. In the black of the night, her layers of jewels reflected in the crescent moon. She moved from a beach town to the city to be wild. She wanted studs around her neck, not flowers in her hair. Her fanatical glow froze those around her. Dark eyes, bright eyes. Pick me up and throw me babycakes. Cross bones. She broke away.

bodysuit by For Love & Lemons

Moto fur jacket by Chaser

Venus Americana jewels by Susanna Galanis

photos by Jen Senn