jude law and a semester abroad

beach1 beach2 beach3 beach4 beach5 beach6 beach7 beach8 beach9 beach10 beach11 beach12 beach13 beach14 beach15 beach16 beach17 beach18 beach19 beach20 beach21 beach22 beach23 beach24 beach25 beach26 beach27Here’s a present to let you know I still exist. I hope the next girl that you kiss has something terribly contagious on her lips.

And I’ve got a plan. A sip for every second-hand tick. And for every time you fed me the line, “you mean so much to me…” I’m without you.

Tell all the english girls you meet, about the American girl back in the states. The American girl you used to date. Who would do anything you say.

And even if his plane crashes tonight, he’ll find some way to disappoint me. By not burning in the wreckage, or drowning at the bottom of the sea. I still taste you, thus reserve my right to hate you. And all this empty space that you create does nothing for my flawless sense of style.

It’s 8:45. The weather is getting better by the hour. I hope it rains there all the time. And if you ever said you miss me then don’t say you never lied.

Never gonna get it right, you’re never gonna get it.

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sunglasses by Zero UV

make-up by Briana Hurley

photos by Jen Senn 

daisy

SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC“And so with the sunshine and the great bursts of leaves growing on the trees, just as things grow in fast movies, I had that familiar conviction that life was beginning over again with the summer.” 
― F. Scott FitzgeraldThe Great Gatsby

At the changing of season, I always seem to find myself immersed in literature. I finish a book a week. Sometimes I like to think that I’m searching for a new identity, a new character to be to embrace the adjustment of weather. I’m about to finish Stranger in a Strange Land this week, gifted to me by a dear friend. Then I plan on reading Leo Tolstoy’s Religious writings and maybe Franny and Zooey after that. I want to try to finish two books before fashion week, but it feels like things are already getting crazy. It’s hard to make time to lose yourself in another person’s story, we’re all so obsessed with being the dramatic lead in our own lives. But I find that when I do take the time to read, all aspects of my creative life improve.

“Angry, and half in love with her, and tremendously sorry, I turned away.” 
― F. Scott FitzgeraldThe Great Gatsby

pink moto jacket by Missguided

dress + hat by Nastygal

shoes by YRU 

photos by Brittanny Taylor 

ultraviolence

SONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCSONY DSCOn the deadly nightshift. Filled with poison, but blessed with beauty and rage. He hit me and it felt like a kiss.

It’s ultraviolence.

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.

It’s ultraviolence.

jewelry by House of Cach

makeup by Danielle Bisbano

hair by Torie Bliss

location The Dean Hotel

photos by Brittanny Taylor