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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 


23IMG_6926IMG_6902IMG_6889IMG_6886IMG_6880IMG_6879IMG_6876_MG_694223-2 23-3Every single night and every single day, imma do my thang. So don’t you worry about me, imma be okay. Imma shoot em down baby, look at me, I’m high up off the ground baby. Oh shit, pass that shit around baby. That shit true, but I don’t hear a sound baby.

We do it, we don’t give a fuck. Only thing we care about is, turn it up.

Bang bitch. You think I’m strange, bitch? It’s bananas like a fuckin ‘rangatang bitch. Don’t worry ’bout me. I got it all arranged bitch. Mind your business, stay in your lane bitch. Oh, yeah, I’m a southern belle. I told ya’ll once before, I get crazier than hell. Get wild up in here. Get live up in here. Turned up, up in here. Burning up, up in here.

We do it, we don’t give a fuck.

miley swimsuit by Clashlist

boots by Jeffrey Campbell

sunglasses by Wildfox

neoprene moto jacket by UNIF

photos by Emma Lauren