Category: rachel lynch

what’s it feel like to be a ghost?

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I’ll wait for you in a sadness that swallows me whole. You left in a metallic swirl, and now I’m left here like a corpse, visible clavicle and all.  I’d drive all night for your embrace, but LA is too big and I’m far too small to conquer it without you. You look so beautiful, all undone in my bed. Liar in your oversized teeshirts, crying on the floor. Little stoner boy, little skater girl, who were finally able  to be something more when they were alone together. But everything, like December, must die.

grey dress by This Is a Love Song 

summer sweater by This Is a Love Song

black single eye ring by Regal Rose

white helga boots by Deandri

photography by Kiara Jade

HANGING IN UNIF // ESCAPE TO ART SCHOOL

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Hanging in UNIF, dancing to grimes, drinking wine and letting my spirit release. We paint our fingers, we collect skulls and candles. We share cameras and sunglasses, and destroy each other’s apartments. We are the artists, the indigo children of our age, and we’re severely ADD. We don’t dance like you, we don’t dress like you. We do what we’ve always wanted because that’s all we know how to do.

I remember back in high school wishing I could be different. I wished I could be normal, I wished that I wanted to stay on the cheerleading team and spend my time at school functions. I wish I didn’t style my uniform with neon vintage platforms and oversized 80s sweaters. I wish I wasn’t sent down to the principles office every day for violating dress code in some strange way, via wearing a rosary as a necklace, a metallic bra under my button up, or a gay rights shirt.

But truth is, I couldn’t change who I was. I was severely unhappy. Then, I moved away to attend art school in the city at seventeen and BAM, it was like my spirit found it’s home. I was attending all studio art classes and painting on the tops of downtown buildings smoking cigarettes with likeminded teens. I was so happy. I was writing like never before, filling up a sketchbook a week. My blog began to take off and I was so comfortable just being me. I wasn’t stared at for wearing strange hats and shoes to class, I could show up with a pizza on my head for all my teachers cared. And since then, life has only gotten better. And sometimes I realize that I don’t appreciate it as much anymore, because it has become my normal. I wake up in a beautiful studio downtown and know nothing but art and creating and photographs and my crazy friends. And I’ve learned to take all the internet hating with a grain of salt, because I realize, they don’t live in my reality. They don’t wake up in the world that they want, they wake up in the world society gave them.

But you can create happiness for yourself, I promise. You can create a world of people where you can be the wild, crazy, pizza-wearing, club platform, shaggy haired hippie and they won’t look twice. I know a lot of my girls out there are struggling right now. You guys talk to me about living at home and feeling stuck. I was the SAME WAY! But I am here to let you know that it does get better! It does! You don’t have to be what your family wants you to be, you can be you!

I honestly recommend applying to art schools, with graduating coming up for me, I don’t think I could of done anything else! It is in art school that you will find a community of like-minded crazy-heads to create your own reality. Don’t just say, “I wanna runaway to LA!” No, no! I want you all to stay in school. College is getting a lot of flack right now because everyone’s trying to say you don’t need it. I honestly believe that we do. We’re not mentally developed when we graduate and there is no better way to keep opening up your mind to things than a college education. I know, I know some of you can “do it yourself.” Well, that’s great for you, but I don’t have the attention span or drive to take myself to the library everyday. Besides, that sounds very lonely and I love being with other kids as I journey and learn. All of my classes have been so discussion based and I love that.

Anyways, I promise I am looking through all the intern applications right now. If you haven’t applied yet, you still can! Only thing I ask is that you are in school and at least half as crazy about art and life as I am.

x x

sweater by UNIF 

glasses by Nastygal

garters by Shop Gypsum 

photos by Rich Little Poor Boys

Finger Twist & Split

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They think they’re crazy, but they ain’t crazy. You wanna know what you’ve got? Are you staying with me? You shouldn’t throw stones if you live in a glass house. Pennies for my thoughts. Jazz up, a living blonde cartoon. Break it down like a bitch. I do this shit.

blue circle shades by Nastygal 

Simpsons Sweater by Sheinside

Leopard Hellbounds by UNIF

photos by Fashion Focus // Brandon Farrington

you are loved

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You are loved. Cross over from death to life. World view corrected. New perspective. The flesh loves to fail. Don’t live your life scared of death. Don’t do what this world wants you to do. Truth. Karma, physic folks and horoscopes, no we won’t be needing that. New creature. The friday night blondes. The creator within. Hungry spirit, elevate the mind. You’re rolling with the high now, baby.

Loved tunic by Wildfox Couture

tights by Express 

alien shoes by Jeffrey Campbell

photos by Kiara Jade

BLONDE DNA


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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

x x

sick muscle tee by Blonde DNA 

shit hat by UNIF 

human alien shoes by Jeffrey Campbell

photos by Brandon Farrington 

GET OUT OF LONDON

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Get out of London. Down with the queen. She’s running wild in the castle with no clothes on, playing hide and seek and turning the master bedroom into a tree-fort.  Married to the Monarch but having an affair with the Prime Minister.  Baking pink cakes and painting frosting faces on her friends, she was the first to bring a Easy-Bake Oven into Buckingham Palace.

From Monday to Friday it’s tea parties in platforms, oversized sweaters and pink sunglasses. Her girlfriends come over for the entire afternoon, where they read poetry and listen to Kanye West while painting sea-inspired canvases in the garden. When night falls, it’s wine they can’t pronounce and attempting to slide down the castle steps on couch cushions.

Her Mother yells at her. Enough of this nonsense. She doesn’t understand what she did wrong. Never mind that, it’s off to sleep under her canopy of white.

She’ll do it all again tomorrow.

white garter tights by Pretty Polly 

union jack sweater by Wildfox Couture

big lita shoe by Jeffrey Campbell 

black shoe harness by Miss KL

gold skeleton hand claw by Pray For Paris