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pale fire

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“And he absolutely had to find her at once to tell her that he adored her, but the large audience before him separated him from the door, and the notes reaching him through a succession of hands said that she was not available; that she was inaugurating a fire; that she had married an american businessman; that she had become a character in a novel; that she was dead.” 
― Vladimir NabokovPale Fire

crop top + platforms by UNIF

photos by Juan Beltran

Tessellate

t1 t2 t3 t4 t5 t6 t7 t8Light jumps out of me. You’re a shark and I’m swimming. The ocean at the end of the lane. The short-lived swim that pulls us from one coast to the other. One body of water, where three shores meet. I vibrate back and forth within the waves, free as a bird and feeling the ocean in between my hair. Love is how you will stay alive in me, even after you are gone.

stay fly kimono by UNIF

clear sunnies by Wildfox

photos by Kristen Wrzesnienwski 

All Over You

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We never had a sense of there being a right or a wrong side of the room. She had razor sharp wit, a slighting sardonic drawl that comes with having lived a thoroughly adult life since her early teens. She had self-assurance by the bucket-load, but emanated it as charm rather than ego. We curled up in the Bowery Hotel’s soft king bed and made sad faces when we had to leave it for our studio sublet.

Things are not what they seem. After a year of romance, she learned that he was capable of absolutely anything except moderation. Even when he wanted to rein himself in, whatever was building inside — passion, inspiration, aggravation, hilarity — inevitably came fire-hosing out. Artistic luminaries are often this way, detached and aloof to the feelings of their lovers.

She smells of midnight, barefoot in a baggy sweater. Another night of of watching him sink slowly into an oblivion of fear and chemicals. Inebriated as you can get off your latest sold painting. “Unlike you, I’m not afraid of life, or my passions,” she said. Now begins the falling out, the shifting sands into courage. The courage to detach from the need to hold on to people and things. In essence, you can never own anyone or anything anyway.

bell bottoms by Lip Service Cult

metal bustier by UNIF

tights by Pretty Polly

charm bracelet and rings by Katie Dean

photos by Raymond Croft