Tagged: pink sunglasses
sweetness, the blonde vacation
The sweetness will not be concerned with me. That’s a pretty nice top your cadillac. Fly enough to take me and my little pink sunglasses anywhere. Ghost blonde swag. She’s a daybreaker with the tide. I hear you’re moving real fine tonight. Come roaming on the freeway. Take my heart, wear my sunglasses, kiss my cheek, I wish you would.
skeleton swimsuit by wildfox
black fur coat by BCBG
pink Juliet sunglasses by wild fox
photos by Bliss Katherine
GET OUT OF LONDON
Get out of London. Down with the queen. She’s running wild in the castle with no clothes on, playing hide and seek and turning the master bedroom into a tree-fort. Married to the Monarch but having an affair with the Prime Minister. Baking pink cakes and painting frosting faces on her friends, she was the first to bring a Easy-Bake Oven into Buckingham Palace.
From Monday to Friday it’s tea parties in platforms, oversized sweaters and pink sunglasses. Her girlfriends come over for the entire afternoon, where they read poetry and listen to Kanye West while painting sea-inspired canvases in the garden. When night falls, it’s wine they can’t pronounce and attempting to slide down the castle steps on couch cushions.
Her Mother yells at her. Enough of this nonsense. She doesn’t understand what she did wrong. Never mind that, it’s off to sleep under her canopy of white.
She’ll do it all again tomorrow.
white garter tights by Pretty Polly
union jack sweater by Wildfox Couture
big lita shoe by Jeffrey Campbell
gold skeleton hand claw by Pray For Paris
island girl pt. II
You came around with your magic and taught me how to love again. Changing waves of truth and light, And open fields where we collected an assortment of peppermint colored daises. I used to sit above the city in my apartment. Alone, cold, and fragile. So many people sad and lonely downstairs, but all I can bring myself to do is sit above it all, watching and waiting. Now I can listen to the sounds of Christmas music and craft gingerbread houses with you. I can lick frosting from the tube and feel cookie dough between my fingers. The oven is warming my entire apartment and the candles are lit. Red shiny polish and tinsel surrounds us, but I’m still wearing my sunglasses and baking in shinny dresses and studs and platforms.
white ballet platforms by Jeffrey Campbell
teal sparkle dress by Topshop
stud headband by NastyGal
pink sunglasses by Wildfox
photos by Bliss Katherine
