Tagged: Brooklyn

get it on

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Twist on a feeling, and taking to the streets. Cheese fries and afternoon sodas in the west village. A cigarette on a city bike. Small talk with truckers and shinny tires. Subway to Soho, it’s not those spells you’ve felt before. ¬†Writing film love stories to fill the day, the sun comes down in all shades of yellow. Backseat kissers. Going faster and faster.

The nighttime is my time. Johnny Cash and the XX. Open bottle of wine on the evening, reflections. Two glasses in and spinning into the bathroom to light a cigarette. Watch your smoke blow in the mirror, falling in space. I can feel the heat of the night on my face, I can feel the beat of the flash in my chest. I can feel that we are everything we want to be, exceeding our own expectations with each inhale and glare into the mirror.

Jump from the ledge and crawl on the kitchen table. We take to the outside. Winter still chills our red fingers, blood pumping and familiar to the taste of an evening. We are wild running in the warehouses filled with teens like us. Chugging sugar champagne and swallowing gummy worms. Stabbing pens in my hands and sharing our leather jackets. I will stand on the roofs of Brooklyn’s finest in the name of the young kids.

Cause you see, I’ve been clowning around, but it’s not what it seems. And I know that it don’t count much, but you’d be better with me. It will all be fine when we get it on.

photo editorial by Sam Livm

baby’s on fire

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Little hurricane girl. Baby’s on fire. I make it look easy, cause it is to me. Once a youth, always a youth. Wild child wandering the streets of bushwick. You wanna be friends with an it girl, but then you realize i’m a bitch girl. Platforms bigger than your ego. No pants, ever. 6 train to Brooklyn. A 666 girl. I can be a fucking bitch, and get along somehow.

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clothing by Once Youth

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 Gal 

kimono by Nasty Gal

photos by Tan Camera