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spring dream

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I’ve been talking to you in my sleep. I’ve been thinking of you in my dreams. I lay in the cold of winter’s leftovers, heated by my heart’s plans. Nothing gets the body through winter like hope. Your secret’s safe with me. The memories of exchanging heat turn into a handful of sheets. Dreams in hurricane flashes, ice grip. Falling through the floor on my broken butterfly wing.

Sleep without your clothes on, without your common sense. I lay waiting for the morning sun telling me when to rise. For now it’s spring, and I have to let you go.

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flower romper by Motel

sunglasses by Nasty Gal

shoes by Nasty Gal

photos by Phillip VN

ROCK & ROLL

nasty gal nasty gal nasty gal nasty gal nasty gal nasty gal nasty galShe said when she was just five years old, there was nothin’ happenin’ at all. Every time she puts on the radio, there was nothing going down at all.

Then one fine morning she puts on a New York station. You know she don’t believe what she heard at all. She started shakin’ to that fine, fine music. You know her live was saved by rock n roll.

Despite all the amputations you know you could just go out and dance to the rock n roll station. And baby, it was alright.

Yeah, you know her life was saved by rock n roll.

leopard dress by Nasty Gal

yellow fur by Bitching and Junkfood

boots by Jeffrey Campbell

photos by Fernando Paz

mistaken for strangers

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You have to do it running, but you do everything that they ask you to. Cause you don’t mind seeing yourself in a picture as long as you look far away, as long as you look removed. Hat and black boots, fill yourself with memories.

You get mistaken for strangers by your own friends. When you pass them at night under the silvery, silvery Citibank lights. Arm in arm and eyes glazing under. You wouldn’t want an angel watching over you, surprise, surprise, they wouldn’t want to watch. Another uninnocent, elegant fall into the unmagnificent lives of adults.

Make up something to believe in your heart of hearts. So you have something to wear on your sleeve of sleeves.

satin slip dress by Motel

fur jacket by Miss KL 

gold necklace by Sequin 

glasses by spitfire

photos by Kohl Murdock