The hotel above and the street below. Apartment filled with the ghosts of the friends we used to know. In and out, going on and on. Stranded and strange right in the center of it.
Losing my touch, out of time. Hide from who you can. In this world, I found out that love leaves. Yes, I once had a great love. A big love. But I shook it from my hair, just like everything else. You say you’ve got nothing to hide, you and your secret life.
You’ve got your secret on. Wanting to live all the time, and then slip right out of it.
Don’t look at the moon tonight, you can never be manhattan.
lingerie by For Love & Lemons
Rowdy-F boot by Jeffrey Campbell
dress by Stone Cold Fox
make-up by Lisa Thai
photos by Jen Senn
inspired by Cat Power