Baby's leaving New York for a summer of festivals. She spent winter locked away, high up in her Soho loft, making art and making music.
She's ready to share everything's she's learned with everyone else - so many books about love and the solar system. So many hours spent inside her own head, digesting politics through comic release. Forgetting last summer's lovers through chords and sounds.
All of her dresses with the tags still on them. She's throwing kimonos and feathers in a vintage pink suitcase. She's bringing sunglasses and little leather dresses. Vintage bustiers and flower-detailed lingerie. Bell bottoms and baby's guitars. She's ready to not have a home for a little while. To stay up late under desert stars, and write poems on june mornings.
Pretending it will get better with you not around. He asks her where's she going. It's a love test.
You know you're living when it all becomes a blur. It's always been that way it seems, one love begins and another one comes undone.
xx
deluxe pink feather robe by Yandy
faux leather mini dress with gold belt by Yandy
ivory elegant bustier by Yandy
delicate black lace robe by Yandy
black elegant bra and garter set by Yandy
photos by Kristin Gallegos