Spring is alive in her apartment. She came here to live, to breath and to love. The window brings in the light. She’s watched the seasons change as they came through her city view every morning. In the midst of the grand winter, she could hardly fathom getting out of bed, but it’s getting less scary. Spring is less intimidating, it’s welcoming and warm like a temperature she had never known. She doesn’t turn her face back into the deep white of her sheets anymore, there’s a warmth outside that’s stronger than her bed.
Youth finds itself again with the emergence of spring. As the season is reborn, so is the soul. Yearning for the coast, Venice mornings and sleeping on the beach. Perhaps faith will be restored in Brooklyn, the vintage-esqe 90′s youth that emerges in all it’s residents as the sun comes out. Temperatures rise, shirts crop and parks open. Swimming in the sun, aren’t you the girl that I met last June?
photography by Kiara Jade
Walking in the rain without you here. Lonely hearts, learning to live inside my body. I listened loud to the clouds, the thunder. I felt a haunting loneliness. Take time and face a fear we both hold. The miracle of feeling. When I looked at you, my life made sense. Even the hurt and the pain. It was necessary to make you possible. Sometimes, it’s the smallest that save us when the weather’s growing cold.
hellerina dress by UNIF
pink cat sweater by Wildfox
Juliet shades by Wildfox
photos by Bliss Katherine
And a softness came from the starlight that filled me to the bone. The night sky light up and we wore our sunglasses down Avenue of the Americas. Playful lounging, hotel hopping. Pretending we are Sid and Nancy in the lobby. Check in with sunglasses and big hats on. The musician and the model. Only carry one small bag, you’ll find everything you need wherever you are. Feathers and butterflies falling from you luggage on the way up to the sixteenth floor, making funny faces in the elevator mirror. We retire the night to the galaxy.
pink kitten sweater by Wildfox Couture
juliet sunglasses by Wildfox Couture
stockings and garter by Victoria Secret
human alien boots by Jeffrey Campbell
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.
union jack sweater by Wildfox Couture
big lita shoe by Jeffrey Campbell
gold skeleton hand claw by Pray For Paris
High-fi rose noise. I can feel the changes. I can feel a new life. Another rose scar living deep in my heart. Electric rose light. Speak no evil, only hear beauty. She built her own flower wonderland. Don’t blink. Look inside, building a wonderland out of the simple things: roses, white sheets, pillows, laces, energy, floral, wire, neon, crystals.
Come inside, but bitch, don’t kill my vibe. xx
floral crowns DIY
circle sunglasses by Wildfox
white rose sweater by Wildfox
light pink mermaid hellbounds by UNIF
Balancing all the thoughts in my head, sketching octopuses and mermaids during a chemistry lecture. Found a state of mind where I could smile. It took a little time, some paintbrushes and a few new friends, but happiness comes from the state of mind on the inside. Fingers, peach lips, polish and stickers all over my class assignments. Magic inside your fingertips, good thoughts inside your head.
Island girl with costal charm, processes the world by getting on her skate or surf board. California circle sunglasses and pink sugar skeletons. A morning coffee on the docks before class and an evening ride, leather satchels and monster heels.
all photos by Bliss Katherine
stud harness by The Scarlet Room
sunglasses by Wildfox Couture
Dress from Nastygal
pink hellbounds by UNIF
pink skeleton braclet from Dolls Kill
I’m guessing it’s just the season, but lately, I’ve been channeling my inner dark child. I recently bought black lipstick and started using silver/lavender shampoo to tone my hair to white. It also might finally be starting to get too cold to run around with my little legs in platforms and no pants, so I’ve busted out the thigh-highs. To top off my spooky look, I’ve been wearing this “sleep under the stars” hoodie non-stop. It’s so cozy and soft, I’ve worn it on my last three flights and slept it in Friday night at a hotel uptown.
What are you guys doing to change your look up for fall? Any must-haves? I’m thinking of making a collage this weekend of my fall must-haves and spooky-October hair styles.
black cross sheer top by the scarlet room
hoodie by wildfox
thigh-highs by victoria secret
big litas by jeffrey campbell
How she do that? I call it tribe girl magic. We’re on the brink of brining you new york’s dopest gang, east-side manufactured, served hot. Before hitting up the Adidas (celebrating 10 years in Manhattan) event, the tribe went for drinks and a skate sesh on the lower east side to debut it’s first beanie.
“After waiting in a seemingly endless line to buy a token, I tried to put a coin into a turnstile and found it had been purposely jammed. Unable to pay the fare to get into the system, we had to enter through a slam gate being held open by a scruffy-looking character with his hand out; having disabled the turnstiles, he was now demanding that riders give him their tokens. Meanwhile, one of his cohorts had his mouth on the coin slots, sucking out the jammed coins and leaving his slobber. Most people were too intimidated to take these guys on: Here, take the damned token, what do i care? Other citizens were going over, under, around, or through the stiles for free. It was like going into the transit version of Dante’s Inferno.”
– New York City’s Crime and Subway System in the 1980s (william bratton)
beanie dropping soon on 10thtribe.com
sweater by wildfox white label
leather pants by parker
boots by dolls kill