“And he absolutely had to find her at once to tell her that he adored her, but the large audience before him separated him from the door, and the notes reaching him through a succession of hands said that she was not available; that she was inaugurating a fire; that she had married an american businessman; that she had become a character in a novel; that she was dead.”
― Vladimir Nabokov, Pale Fire
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photos by Juan Beltran
On the deadly nightshift. Filled with poison, but blessed with beauty and rage. He hit me and it felt like a kiss.
I could of died right there, cause he was right beside me. He hurt me but it felt like true love. Loving him was never enough.
We could go back to New York, loving you is really hard. Heaven is on earth. I would do anything for you, babe. Blessed is this union, crying tears of gold like lemonade.
I love you the first time. I love you the last time. Yo soy la princesa, comprende mis white lines. Cause I’m your jazz singer, and you’re my cult leader.
jewelry by House of Cach
makeup by Danielle Bisbano
hair by Torie Bliss
location The Dean Hotel
photos by Brittanny Taylor