My boo. I don’t about y’all, but I know about us. Girls like you remind that I’m lonely. Nobody to share a strawberry milkshake with, sweet summer skin, pale blue eyes and a penchant for adventure. We can just ride around, hit the McDonalds drive-through, coast the highway in cozy tees and larger than life sunglasses. Cherry on top and pastel lips. Your heart beats on empty without sugar.
Haunt me if you like. You’re really weird and I like you. Tucked up in the blonde hideaway. Don’t be surprised when I race you. Salty hair swim. I want to be a diver. Into the sea. A dangerous getaway. The hardest part is escaping the real world. A spooky little blonde like you. Pale legs, animalistic behaviors and doll features.
smile lenon sweater by Widlfox
salty hair beach tunic by Wildfox
photos by artist, kiara jade
Wanna check my street cred? Go ahead, come get. All that shit that you talkin don’t help you grow. My pimp, my doctor and my exorcist all suggest that we come here to wreck your shit. And don’t look down, cause you’re bound to fall flat. But if you do it the ground, rebound and bounce back. We never stand still. The ones you can’t catch, the ones you can’t kill. Thug white girl. Excuse my hood edict. Lynch is acting up again, someone tell this girl to chill. Your better half don’t act right. She don’t need to grow up with the same type of hard heads. Miss little blonde slap a bitch.
Girl, let me break you down like a shotgun. I wake up every morning, my mission? Fulfill the dream. I still hear it ringing in my ears when the lights out. Up to my room for cigarettes and cartoons. I’m just tryna live life cool.
Rachel Lynch for Miss KL X UNIF. And a tribute to Murs and Slug.
bad kitty rider by UNIF
meow metal muscle tee by UNIF
snapback and cats too muscle tee by UNIF
the prayer choker by UNIF
machine shoe by Jeffrey Campbell
bitch snapback by Kiley Kouture
photos by Shooka
New look collaboration with H&M from their Spring 13′ line: Rock n Roll Mansion. Featuring a white rock and roll feel, light hues, but still bad to the bone. I love the little wedge bootie and the light washed denim. It’s perfect for spring.
blazer by H&M
washed denim by H&M
white rock wedge bootie by H&M
Walking in the rain without you here. Lonely hearts, learning to live inside my body. I listened loud to the clouds, the thunder. I felt a haunting loneliness. Take time and face a fear we both hold. The miracle of feeling. When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the hurt and the pain. It was necessary to make you possible. Sometimes, it’s the smallest that save us when the weather’s growing cold.
hellerina dress by UNIF
pink cat sweater by Wildfox
Juliet shades by Wildfox
photos by Bliss Katherine
As I sit here and listen to A$AP Rocky’s F**kin problems and contemplate what to tell Miss KL when they asked about my “worst Valentine’s Day ever,” I’m beginning to believe this song relates to me more than I’m willing to admit.
Since my last Valentine’s Day may have been the first good one ever, I don’t mind sharing this story from two years ago. If you work in the fashion industry/have to travel a lot because of your work, you may even be able to relate to how shitty of a relationship person I am.
About two years ago, I flew home from New York Fashion Week on Valentines Day in hopes of spending it with my then boyfriend in Chicago. Not that he asked or anything, but I didn’t feel the need to stay for the entirety of Fashion Week at that time anyway (fashion gets exhausting!)
So I totally thought I was being a cute girlfriend by booking my ticket home for that day and arriving just in time to celebrate a cute little V-day. Of course, my plane was delayed. So I’m just hanging out in LaGuardia for the majority of the day, drinking bad coffee and listening to 50 cent. When we finally take off its already dark out, probably around 7 o’clock.
When I get back to Chicago I rush to get a cab back to my apartment. I texted my boyfriend and he was still working, and said he might have to stay working late at the restaurant. I was super bummed, but then in the spur of the moment, thought I would be a “cute girlfriend” and show up to his work with a giant teddy bear.
So I hit the Walgreens by his work and bought a teddy bear that was bigger than me and some chocolates in a heart shaped box. I walk through the snow (mind you it is like -987513947 degrees out), and walk in the front of the restaurant asking where he is.
Apparently, it’s not cool to walk into the Cheesecake Factory and bring one of their employees a larger-than-life teddybear. (Where is their holiday spirit?) One of the other workers finally finds him as I stand there looking like a total loser. He takes me outside the restaurant and basically tells me that I just got him in trouble.
He goes back into work and I take a cab home. We plan on hanging out after he gets out work, but like the sleepy kitty I usually am, my jet-lagged self fell asleep. He didn’t get out of work till like 2AM anyway, but I woke up to a bunch of missed phone calls.
Can we say epic fail?
Happy Valentines Day.
human aliens by Jeffrey Campbell
Babygirl, trust me, you’re gonna wanna be high for this. Look me in the eyes, you don’t wanna be alone. Blame it on the night, blame it on this place. Just don’t blame it on me. Open up your mind. The clocks don’t work, you don’t have to check the time. And if they don’t let you in, you know where to find me.
photos by Marcin Tomaszczyk
makeup and hair by Jacquelyn Hastings
clothing by Akira
Blonde DNA. For the alien boys and girls. For the ones that wear leather pants and skeleton rings to chemistry class. For the ones who get arrested in 6 inch platforms, and surf in soaked muscle tees. For the ones that storm the grocery store with their girlfriend and tear up the shelves. For the ones that started a gang at their private school. For the ones stole from the corner store while taking polaroids at 16. For the ones that create the world they live in. Hoping all of it offends you. Stay high.
Here it is! You can officially get the first product from my new clothing line, Blonde DNA. I’m wearing the “sick muscle tee.” It’s unisex, obviously. I wanted to make something that both bad blonde boys and girls could wear. Of course there is a lot more coming, but I just couldn’t resist giving you guys a little taste! I really love this first tee, mostly for what it says. I’ve also always been into muscle tees, I think they’re sexy on girls and hot on boys. Wear it with your leather pants and tallest platforms.
much blonde love
sick muscle tee by Blonde DNA
shit hat by UNIF
human alien shoes by Jeffrey Campbell
photos by Brandon Farrington
Filthy magic. Fashion blogger overload. All white hotel room, all black threads. Friday, fellow fashion blogger, Rachel-Marie and I took over the W Hotel to shoot a huge editorial for Akira. (Photos coming soon!) The room was an explosion of fur coats, wildfox sweaters, motel dresses and jeffrey campbells EVERYWHERE. We managed to make a mess of the place in less that 15 minutes. We dressed up in the fancy bathrobes and our wildfox shades, drank wine and had our friends over. I love when a huge editorial shoot naturally transitions into a hotel party.
I hope you bring in the New Year with style, with all the people you love. Friends over everything.
Fur Jacket from Akira
stockings from Pretty Polly
Shoes by Jeffrey Campbell
photos by Brandon Farrington
Love + Leather. Living in a Vanilla Twilight world. You create your own cosmic reality. It’s terrible isn’t it? The way we throw dreams away. For a lover, for a family member, for a world we owe nothing to. Part of you dies each time you give in. Your personality is not set in stone. You think you have a soul mate, but in fact, you will be happy with anyone. You will evolve differently, but be just as happy. You can change what you want about yourself at any time.
“If it is useful to do so, you must abandon your identify and start again, Sometimes, it’s the only way,” he said. And he was right. Sometimes, we must set fire to our old selves.