Girls who skate. No fucks given since 91′. Dating DJs and painting the park with glitter. Making boys fall and tripping bitches. Rap music covered in mirror sunnies. Vintage dresses, channeling my inner Reality Bites. 90s love on lock. Kissing girls behind the bleachers and reading classic novels. She rode in on a skateboard and out with her hat twisted back.
Haunt me if you like. You’re really weird and I like you. Tucked up in the blonde hideaway. Don’t be surprised when I race you. Salty hair swim. I want to be a diver. Into the sea. A dangerous getaway. The hardest part is escaping the real world. A spooky little blonde like you. Pale legs, animalistic behaviors and doll features.
smile lenon sweater by Widlfox
salty hair beach tunic by Wildfox
photos by artist, kiara jade
I’d rather be shopping, skipping school and listening to Calvin Harris. I’d rather throw a leather jacket over my shoulders and some aviators on than adhere to your dress code. The wise ones, never did what was cool. They wore the worst thrifted tee shirts and gave a fuck about a motherfucking lifestyle as they parked their car in the visitor section and smoked capris. Skip out at lunch to go make love and then go shopping at the Grove. Buy french fry earrings and a banana smoothie. Spend your day on a skateboard under the palm trees. Dress up when it gets dark and go DANCE all night at the arena. Crazy, wild blonde with her hair everywhere. She never asked for you to hold her hand.
I’d Rather Be Shopping Beach Baggy Jumper by Wildfox Couture
Pink Chanel Shades by Wildfox Couture
Cream Lace Pants by BB Dakota
shoes by Jeffrey Campbell
The Prom from hell. Your girl is wild. She ripped her prom dress so it was 7 inches above her knees and threw a leather jacket over it. Spike choker, red lips, black thigh-highs and alien platforms. She wasn’t trying to fit in. The blonde alien that stands out. Your parents don’t approve. She shows up at your house, late, in a baby blue camaro, smelling like trees. Untamed youth. Wild’n cause I’m young and I’m on my level. Pull up in some shit you’ve never seen. Need a little glitter to raise hell. Fucked around and fell in love with her.
prayer choker by UNIF
black human aliens by Jeffrey Campbell X HUMAN ALIENS
William, it was really nothing. I’m in a high rise where I’ll just stretch out and wait. My mind is at peace at the top of the city. I could fall 42 stories to the concrete, but I’m not thinking about that now. I’m not happy and I’m not sad. Will the world end when we fall asleep? Stream of consciousness to the Smiths.
They think they’re crazy, but they ain’t crazy. You wanna know what you’ve got? Are you staying with me? You shouldn’t throw stones if you live in a glass house. Pennies for my thoughts. Jazz up, a living blonde cartoon. Break it down like a bitch. I do this shit.
blue circle shades by Nastygal
Leopard Hellbounds by UNIF
Legs like sugar. Taste the sweetness. Looking for the center of the tootsie pop in all the hood places. Fake bitches are not my hommies. When bitches bump my blog can they feel my hunger? Strawberry lips and spike collars. We don’t play around. Ya’ll been trippin over where to get your hands on some garters like mine, now here’s your chance! Miss KL will exclusively carry these staple garters of mine, so now it ya chance to snag a pair.
much love and chocolate kisses
bad kitty rider jacket by UNIF
shit hat by UNIF
prayer sweater by UNIF
prayer spike choker by UNIF
Spring is alive in her apartment. She came here to live, to breath and to love. The window brings in the light. She’s watched the seasons change as they came through her city view every morning. In the midst of the grand winter, she could hardly fathom getting out of bed, but it’s getting less scary. Spring is less intimidating, it’s welcoming and warm like a temperature she had never known. She doesn’t turn her face back into the deep white of her sheets anymore, there’s a warmth outside that’s stronger than her bed.
Youth finds itself again with the emergence of spring. As the season is reborn, so is the soul. Yearning for the coast, Venice mornings and sleeping on the beach. Perhaps faith will be restored in Brooklyn, the vintage-esqe 90′s youth that emerges in all it’s residents as the sun comes out. Temperatures rise, shirts crop and parks open. Swimming in the sun, aren’t you the girl that I met last June?
photography by Kiara Jade
I’m just an orphan from the sky. My mama rides a lion, my dad wears ashes and snakes. My mama is a warrior, she kill demons in her place. They never leave my side. My mama drinks from a skull cup, you got any demons and she’ll sip them up. They live up on the mountain, they’re the eternal fountain. Flower children of the eternal spring. I plant my seeds in friendships that won’t spoil, friendships that are so very loyal.
om shakti om
egyptian princess dress by Lovely Sally
flower crowns made from real roses
dip dye fur jacket from Miss KL