Clutching 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 Gal
kimono by Nasty Gal
photos by Tan Camera
No baby, I’m an animal. I chose to dive down the rabbit hole. I’m like Alice, I find this life rather curious. I could of lived a normal life, but my childhood was filled with too many fairlytales, and I decided to live out the things I found in books. There’s no room to grow up in your world, I’m still playing, still making magic. When you imagine, you create. I created my blonde world out of stockings and shoes, out of milk and glitter. People come in and out of my world, but here I remain. They add meaning to my walls and details to my story. There is no limit to how wonderful I want those in my world to feel. I want them to taste all the magic I have, to drink from the cup of creative love I was offered. You see, some people want to punish you for seeing the world a certain way, but I intend to take those people and build a treehouse with them.
Everything is illuminated.
So stoked to show off this little collab I did with Nina Palomba. Literally some of the coolest art I’ve ever seen. Her whole site is unbelievable and I recommend following her on instagram. So stoked to be moving into her neighborhood, expect much more goodness.
photo art by Nina Palomba
It’s amazing how close I bring myself to death just to feel a little alive. I just want things to be back to the way they used to be. The truth is, I felt so alive with you. I’ve already stopped wearing clothes. They hang on my body in ways I don’t relate to. You sort of filled everything in this way nothing could. I read Paradise Lost with my head on your chest. Skin to skin under the sun’s warm excellence.
I thought we were going everywhere, but the truth is we were traveling no where. With you, I was the sun girl. The precious, pale child who was content in not caring. Now I have opinions and feelings of loss. These things were never a part of me before, I struggle to fit them into my identity. Carmel dripping down my spine, I have known the taste of pure happiness. But now, it was lost in the salt of the sea burning under the sun. The pure lemon golden aura had faded into a blue dust that subtly engulfed my room.
cosmic dancer ice cream suit by Filthy Magic
pink kitten shades by Wildfox Couture
sun-dyed cape from Topshop-Soho
photos by Rebecca Michelle Ganellen