Dirty little hearts. Dirty little girl in her dirty little life. Dirty little thoughts in her dirty little mind. Dirty little lips, dirty little lies. Summer of love. What would I have to do to call you mine? 21 years young, and living to die. Watching movies with the sound off. We’re making magic for the fuck of it. Still eating gummy bear vitamins and frozen popsicles. Now the world’s in color. She tastes like a tangerine. People wanna know how we can be that weird. We just keep on living with our appetite for sweet, sweet adventure.
red circle sunglasses vintage from Becon’s Closet (Brooklyn)
human alien shoes by Jeffrey Campbell
photos by Sh0oka
I lose my faith a thousand times a day. Eyes wide open for the fall. I want to be a diver. Show me love or take away my fears. Under covers. You spin me round like a doll. You pull my strings till there’s nothing left. It’s so tragic. Seaside love is automatic. Realists and romantics. White noise, foaming waves. Salty hair, don’t tell me how to be.
salty hair beach coverup by Wildfox Couture
photos by Chris Nightengale
I’d rather be shopping, skipping school and listening to Calvin Harris. I’d rather throw a leather jacket over my shoulders and some aviators on than adhere to your dress code. The wise ones, never did what was cool. They wore the worst thrifted tee shirts and gave a fuck about a motherfucking lifestyle as they parked their car in the visitor section and smoked capris. Skip out at lunch to go make love and then go shopping at the Grove. Buy french fry earrings and a banana smoothie. Spend your day on a skateboard under the palm trees. Dress up when it gets dark and go DANCE all night at the arena. Crazy, wild blonde with her hair everywhere. She never asked for you to hold her hand.
I’d Rather Be Shopping Beach Baggy Jumper by Wildfox Couture
Pink Chanel Shades by Wildfox Couture
Cream Lace Pants by BB Dakota
shoes by Jeffrey Campbell
Spring is alive in her apartment. She came here to live, to breath and to love. The window brings in the light. She’s watched the seasons change as they came through her city view every morning. In the midst of the grand winter, she could hardly fathom getting out of bed, but it’s getting less scary. Spring is less intimidating, it’s welcoming and warm like a temperature she had never known. She doesn’t turn her face back into the deep white of her sheets anymore, there’s a warmth outside that’s stronger than her bed.
Youth finds itself again with the emergence of spring. As the season is reborn, so is the soul. Yearning for the coast, Venice mornings and sleeping on the beach. Perhaps faith will be restored in Brooklyn, the vintage-esqe 90′s youth that emerges in all it’s residents as the sun comes out. Temperatures rise, shirts crop and parks open. Swimming in the sun, aren’t you the girl that I met last June?
photography by Kiara Jade
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
And a softness came from the starlight that filled me to the bone. The night sky light up and we wore our sunglasses down Avenue of the Americas. Playful lounging, hotel hopping. Pretending we are Sid and Nancy in the lobby. Check in with sunglasses and big hats on. The musician and the model. Only carry one small bag, you’ll find everything you need wherever you are. Feathers and butterflies falling from you luggage on the way up to the sixteenth floor, making funny faces in the elevator mirror. We retire the night to the galaxy.
pink kitten sweater by Wildfox Couture
juliet sunglasses by Wildfox Couture
stockings and garter by Victoria Secret
human alien boots by Jeffrey Campbell
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.
union jack sweater by Wildfox Couture
big lita shoe by Jeffrey Campbell
gold skeleton hand claw by Pray For Paris
Balancing all the thoughts in my head, sketching octopuses and mermaids during a chemistry lecture. Found a state of mind where I could smile. It took a little time, some paintbrushes and a few new friends, but happiness comes from the state of mind on the inside. Fingers, peach lips, polish and stickers all over my class assignments. Magic inside your fingertips, good thoughts inside your head.
Island girl with costal charm, processes the world by getting on her skate or surf board. California circle sunglasses and pink sugar skeletons. A morning coffee on the docks before class and an evening ride, leather satchels and monster heels.
all photos by Bliss Katherine
stud harness by The Scarlet Room
sunglasses by Wildfox Couture
Dress from Nastygal
pink hellbounds by UNIF
pink skeleton braclet from Dolls Kill