Saved by the bell. Been kicked out of class for my outfits since the sixth grade, no shame. I’ve just always stuck firm to the belief that I should be able to wear whatever the hell I want. Yes, I was the one that showed up to my catholic school casual dress day in a “legalize gay” shirt, and got send home within 20 minutes of first hour. But hey, someone had to do it. And that’s really nothing compared to the height of heels I sported with my uniform skirts. Black eye make up, spiked chains, belts, lip rings, and skeletons hanging from my ears. I was a walking hell on earth for every teacher I had. Most of them didn’t know what to do, thought I was lost, depressed, on drugs and needed jesus. None of this was every true, but I never said so. I just loved clothes and shoes bigger than your dick. I listen to Interpol, Kings of Leon, Louis XIV, Alice Cooper, Jet and Johnny Cash. I was famous on Myspace and in honors Christian Philosophy. I spent half of my high school career in Hollywood, modeling and living with my musician boyfriend and the other half cooped up inside a small catholic high school in the middle of Michigan. It was a striking disparity, but made for an excellent balance. Nobody at my school was like me, but it didn’t matter. I knew exactly who I was, and wasn’t afraid to dress the part.
rock n roll tee by wildfox
plaid pants by dahlia wolf
varsity jacket is thrifted
blue metallic shorts and sequin flower top by Nastygal
photos by Calvin Bellas
I heard she broke your heart again, so now you’re gonna come and see me. Candy heart eyes at the door, apologizes and rose cheek responses. Her baby’s got the loving arm. And she’s got her heart tied up, cause she just wants to dance all the time. Top back, gunning down the coast to love. Nights on the motorway and smoke filled cars. It was all an illusion, a dream within a dream. The sky was purple and their skin was tan. I never get too close, I like to get results.
pink love dress by Nasty Gal
heart eye glasses by Zero UV
blue fur coat by Nasty Gal
glitter platforms by Jeffrey Campbell
photos by Phillip VN
La mer de mon reve and sunrise love on diamond street. Glass blue eyes crystalized behind a pair of pink hearts because she’s with you. It has been told that we leave our love in our summer skin, but you picked me up, and we cruised Pacific Coast Highway, and it just happened to be 90 degrees in Los Angeles on this winter day. Palm trees lined the mountains as we coasted along churches and houses hidden in the hills, the sun flowing in at a right angle. Symmetrical sky. It felt like we were characters in a summer novel, living where the soul meets body. We let the sun wrap it’s arms around us. We bathed our skin in the January ocean. It’s 6AM and this must be what it feels like to be new. The last night I spent with you, we failed at making hot coco and peeled the freckles from our shoulders. I had to put my love back in my summer skin, warm hues of gold and all. I knew in my heart, I’d see you again soon. And if in the meantime, the sea takes you, then I hope it takes me too.
red heart sweater by Wildfox
sunglasses by Zero UV
kick ass boots by Jeffrey Campbell
shot by Taylor Herron