It’s a play palace in the center of Brooklyn. Heaven is on earth in your own little bungalow. Infatuated by the more intrinsic of details, playing dress up and hideaway at the same time.
A treehouse where you can wear your big false eyelashes and sing Fiona Apple in little leopard frocs. The world is a white bed and a camera and a kiss. Freaky Coney Island dreams and lucid nightmares. A carnival that you can dress up for at night. All you friends are freaks. Polaroids and hand-rolled cigarettes. I like watching you live.
sweatshirt by Shelfies
pizza bodysuit by Poprageous
leopard dress by Jac Vanek
brown fur jacket by Lip Service
photos by Stefania Consarino
“You never said a word. You didn’t send me no letter. Don’t think I could forgive you.”
I dare you to be alone. I dare you to spend an hour getting to know yourself. I dare you to get to a level where people you don’t like, don’t even bother you anymore.
Be around people that dream like you. Your dream will push you when you can’t push yourself. What you are to be, you are becoming. We have to see ourselves there. If you quit now, no day will ever be your day. You cannot do anything without faith.
Fear does not hold me anymore.
You have to learn to let the past go, so you can grow.
bambi fur by Foxiedox
photos by Jaglever