Tagged: Brooklyn

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

Pink Moto Fur

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8This pink Chaser Moto jacket is my ABSOLUTE favorite piece of the season. Do I even need to say that? You can tell right? I mean it’s my soul in a jacket: Pink + Motorcycle + Fur = my spirit animal. So I paired it with my favorite pair of leather pants and my Brian Lichtenberg together as the perfect black base for this amazing creature jacket.

How would you wear this jacket?

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Pink Moto Jacket by Chaser

Homies Tank by Brian Lichtenberg

shoes by UNIF

photos by Kara Beth Nixon

6 God

SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC SONY DSC“I’ll admit it. Watch your tone boy. Get hurt boy. Aww here go another mo’fucker that don’t understand the concept of puttin’ money first boy. I’m ’bout to hit you with the work boy. I hate comin’ through stuntin’ on bitches that I know.

You haven’t been the man for like a minute. I told you that I’m in it for the long haul. You can really get the business. Got me feelin’ like a ball hog, I don’t pass ‘em when I get it.

You too worried ’bout the bitches. I got one girl, and she my girl, and nobody else can hit it. It’s a OVO come through murk thing. Bitches wouldn’t make it on this side. I’m not new to this.”

Happy Saturday bitches! I’m posted in my new Chi Flow bomber listening to the “6 God” drake song that just dropped, about to hit the gym. I hope you all have a killer weekend. I’m stoked to be moving out of Bushwick and into the East Village on Monday. I’ll be packing all weekend. I can’t wait to show you all my new Manhattan apartment!!

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Camo Varsity bomber by Chi Flow

platforms by YRU

photos by Brittanny Taylor