Can’t wait for the sun to go down, roll into town. I don’t know about you guys, but I’ve been craving the road. I feel like I’ve been cooped up in Brooklyn ever since I got back from LA. I’ve been researching cottages in Portland and fantasizing about going there just for a week, to run and journal in the woods. I think I’m gonna do it, totally lay low and just run the trails and fill a Moleskine notebook.
I’ve also been really wanting to go to Georgia and Seattle. I plan on hitting a few cities this year.. any recommendations? I’d love to do some shooting in Texas or the desert.
If you wanna go and leave New York, then I’ll understand. But then the night falls and it gets lonely to hold all by yourself. We hit the city and it swallowed you whole. You’ve got no friends darling, to keep you warm. And then the sidewalk ends, and the lights are red and you’re New York City broke again.
“I do not give one fucks, two fucks, red fucks, or blue fucks.” No one really says it better on a tee shirt then my girl, Jac Vanek. If you’re a young little pistol like me then I suggest you need this in your closet soon rather than later. It reminds me of when I used to get sent home from Catholic school for wearing “legalize gay” and “rock” tee shirts. Say what you want, do as you feel. Have a kick ass day.
I don’t know about you, but my life feels like one giant crop top lately. Like, I can’t stop wearing them. I don’t know what’s wrong with me. And I don’t know if this is a fashion faux pas or a 90s stroke of genius.
The only thing that gives me slight hope is that Alexander Wang made some killer crops recently, and let’s face it, that man can do no wrong. If he considers a nude leather crop top a necessary basic, then my eccentric collection of rainbow ones are ok, right?
Right. That’s what I thought.
Winter may be coming, but that doesn’t mean we have to hide our bodies. Be chic, be slutty, be you.