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electric love

AIMG_6912AIMG_6916 AIMG_6919 AIMG_6922AIMG_6929 AIMG_6942 AIMG_6943AIMG_6945 AIMG_6959 AIMG_6966“Love is the type of thing that’s already happening by the time you notice it, that’s how it works, no matter how old you get, that doesn’t change. Except that you can’t break it up into two entirely distinct types — love where there’s an end in sight and love where there isn’t. “

electric lips top by Feather Hearts

skort from Nastygal

sunglasses from Zero UV

photos Monica Baddar 

 

FASHION WEEK DAY 3: WE OUT HERE

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New York Fashion Week day 3 and we’re still alive and running. First show of the day was Herve Leger, which was chic as hell. Black and white, especially white, is everything right now. Cut outs so fly, Herve was on his A game this season. I was feeling over it, so I threw on the new UNIF yokel shortalls and metal bustier. I hid my big sleepy eyes behind some alien wildfox shades and was feeling as dark as I was looking.

Despite my tired state, I headed to the Lookbook Refresh party after leaving the Lincoln Center. I decided it was time for my first drink of fashion week. Of course, like all good evenings that start with free champagne and manicures, it ends up back in Brooklyn on the floor with a cigarette, playing around on the streets. My home girls Shooka and Eugenie were in town so you know we had to turn up.

I’ll try to keep you guys as updated as possible, but it’s hard to post and make it to every event as well. I just got back from the H&M showroom and about to shoot a little campaign for their new Paris Fall Collection, then it’s off to the Style.com party! Fashion week doesn’t stop, and neither do I (apparently..)

xx

yokel shortalls by UNIF

metal busiter by UNIF

black kitten frames by Wildfox

wish somebody would of seen us, babe

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Wish somebody would of seen us, babe. When it’s just us two, there is nothing they can say or do. And everybody else don’t mean a thing. New York Fashion Week, check- in time. Hotels flooded with lovers, haters and the in-betweens who are too weak to choose a side. We roll up in a cloud of smoke, crash on the 16th floor. We take the nights as they come at us, and make the best of it. Cinnamon lips, bodies like water falling down a hill, full speed ahead in one direction. It is worth every scar and every sleepless night.  If you didn’t risk the fall, you have loved no one but yourself.

kitten sunglasses by Wildfox

beach maxi dress by Wildfox

crop top by Topshop

bell bottoms by Edge of Urge 

photos by Samantha Rex