i'm into you

"I got a feeling we are gonna win. Our bodies make it perfect and your eyes can make me swim. Then again everything seems new, I can barely hold my tongue, to say the least, I'm into you.

And our eyes are saying more than we can talk, and warmer than our bedroom sport. And your thighs are kisses from the outside, girl that's all I need.

I'll take you down the other road, to breathe in something more. I'll find it harder to ignore the things I want you for.

The rhythm was all I needed to hear, a woman can treat my heart. When I press up an ear up to you, I can hear the rhythm start, it's hard to tell our beats apart.

So I hope you're listening right now, cause I can barely hold my tongue the shit we do could warm the sun.

At night twisted in a melting fall and sleeping with the scratching claws. And your words, let me know you're feeling me and seeing all the things I see."

Rowdy-F boots by Jeffrey Campbell

lingerie + cape by For Love & Lemons

photos by David Aronson

Blondie Fox

We are the makers of dreams, the dream makers. Magic in our eyes that we put on paper and manifest into reality. We live the stuff that starts in our heads.

Create a world of your own in which to dwell, flowers on the wall and glitter in your hair. A leopard rug to roll around in on the floor and a silver mirror fit for a blonde castle. Let your closet spill onto the bedroom floor, pinks furs, lace lingerie, and kitten heels. Let your bed drip layers of soft white blankets like acid in the winter. Keep as many plants as you can in your house, let them grow into a garden in your kitchen. In the fridge, only an endless supply of pink champagne.

Love adorns the walls here, and the East Coast sunset fills the room with sea salt and shades of pink. Pink spilling over the baby cactus in the window, the sun-drenched sheets and the rainbow shoes on the floor. This is a place of magic, where any dream can be pulled into reality.

pink fur vest from Foxiedox only available at Nordstroms

lace bra + underwear by For Love & Lemons

pink shoes by O-mighty Weekend

barbie sunglasses by Wildfox 

photos by David Aronson

hustler

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

paris

 She knew a part of her was afraid. Under the heroine black eyes and layers of leather and lace, she was really altogether delicate. Sometimes she put on her heavy-eye makeup and lace sets, and pictured where she would settle next.

A long flight from New York to Paris, and a new adventure on her hands. She'd rent a baby blue apartment on the West End, and read Hemingway over morning espresso on her balcony. She'd meet new friends, new artists and lovers. She'd wander the Champs-Elysees in her rose-colored dress and play with the silver necklaces hanging as she pondered concepts proposed by Vladimir Nabokov.

It was almost as if she could taste this daydream as she sunk back into her Brooklyn studio. "It was too good here," she thought. Too filled with colors, and sounds, and inspiration and love. New York was too good to leave, even for Paris.

Sangria Dress by For Love & Lemons

Bat Your Lashes Underwear by For Love & Lemons

X Revolve Little Kitten Slip Skirt by For Love & Lemons

Infamous Bra by For Love & Lemons

photos by Roon

I Don't Blame You

The last time I saw you, you were on stage. Your hair was wild, you eyes were bright, and you were in a rage. You were swinging your guitar around, because they wanted to hear that sound. But you didn't want to play. And I don't blame you.

Apartment in Paris, London and New York. Where will we rest when our young love has died? I'm a fool most of the time. Too young to take myself or anything seriously. I have no words for the things you make me feel.

Physical connection. You can't get away from yourself by moving from one lover to another, but isn't it pretty to think so?

Metal heart. I am always in love. I looked at you as though there was nothing else on earth to look at. And I really am afraid of so many thing. Someday, I hope you have the experience of doing something you don't understand for someone you love.

x x

infamous plunge lace bra by For Love & Lemons

Lolo crop top by For Love & Lemons

Nobody's Business bondage suit by For Love & Lemons

Bat Your Lashes underwire bra by For Love & Lemons

Femme Fatale cheeky panty by For Love & Lemons

Scarlet faux fur jacket by Line & Dot

colorblocked faux fur by Chaser

photos by Jen Senn