It was wild in the factory. She didn’t wear a smile on her face, and she covered the sadness in her eyes with big frames. She collected memories. The memories kept her alive. She surrounded herself with like-minded madness. All the creators, the dreamers, they were all part of her factory. She loved them more than she loved herself. She found them talented and interesting beyond belief. The people she let into her life were special. They weren’t concerned with money, or wealth, or indulges. Their hungers were much deeper, much like hers. And she loved that about them. She held them in her heart right next to wear she held the deep unending love for her art.
striped 60′s shirt by Prince of Peace
Black Sunnies by Wildfox
Thigh-highs by House of Harlow
photos by Molly Van Kley
We are our blondest at night. You think I’m cold as ice, I’m just not easy to burn. Pixie dust. Welcome to the shark tank, top floor of the Standard, also known as the Boom Boom Room. I had some fun snapping a few quick pictures with the shark himself, Cesar Soto during the BCBG after-party. I’m really looking forward to shooting an editorial with him this Spring.
Need to get in your Empire State of Mind? Look no further than the Standard’s Boom Boom Room. Arguably, one of the best views of the city. (Unless, you do that Empire State Building stuff…) Fashion gets real at night. I don’t think I’ve changed my outfits so many times in one day as I have this week. I feel like a doll.
my little pony fur coat by nastygal
gold Egypt necklace by nastygal
black playsuit by stylestalker
braclet by BCBG