Tagged: art

waiting on thunder love

free people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsfree people - rachel lynch - artist - brooklyn - i hate blonde - for love and lemonsI wish you dreamed half as much as I do. I met you in the dead of winter. Your hands were as red as the skin on your lips. When you came into my studio from the pouring rain, it’s like the Gods knew it was time to start things over again. And both of us, whether we knew it or not, were waiting on love. Silent motion. Late night, pour a little. I was bleached and you were dark as night. Sun-kissed skin for sun-kissed souls. You enjoyed watching life through the mirror of art, like myself. Playing around the edges and filling in the details as you wished. Leaving a blank space where there was nothing to fill. It was these little eccentricities that wrapped our souls together. We were running in life’s youthfulness. I found a warm home in the cave of your chest, where the spirit runs through you. I hear it all in the center of my heart.

cape by Free people

bra by For Love & Lemons

photos by David Aronson

ghosts

rachel1 rachel2 rachel3 rachel4 rachel5 rachel6Clutching pictures of past lovers at her side, she walked alone in the rain. She arrived drenched in white silk, and buzzed herself up to apartment 3A. Presented him with the pictures and said, “these are just ghosts that broke my heart before I met you.”

He set the pictures aside, and she touched his chest. Opened up his little heart, unlocked the lock that kept it dark, and saw a warning saying, “i’m still mourning over ghosts that broke my heart before i met you.”

He said he went crazy at nineteen and couldn’t understand why he was crying. At fifteen, she locked herself in the chelsea hotel and cried on the fire escape. They both would stare at empty chairs, thinking of the ghosts that once sat there. All the ghosts that broke their hearts before they met.

The room was filled with pieces of people, songs, recipes, and bedtime stories. The rain fell outside and the thunder struck and brought them back into the room. The memories disappeared and it was over, they were just two lovers crying on each other’s shoulders.

sequin flower top by Nasty GalĀ 

kimono by Nasty Gal

photos by Tan Camera