Fear and release in Los Angeles, today I am reminded of who I am. I'm with a photographer who's known me since I was seventeen. When you were beating the fear into me, remember then?

We talk about relationships and sex. Lots of sex. He talks about how angry some men are, I think about how submissive some women are. He says we're told that if you're a good person and treat someone well, you'll have a love forever.

"But that's not how that works," he said. "You got to be a little shitty, a little edgy." Probably true enough. Most times, I'm pretty shitty, and I feel like things are working out. I'm in a house on the top of a hill in Silverlake, undressing and talking about LA punk bands. Red porsche, parliaments, and my teenage vices. No one's real as you.

I'm tributing all the 70s rockstars with my white leather boots and flower kimono. Drifting from your couch to my pack of cigarettes. Rolling on the bed, black choker, and a mesh tee shirt. It's good to be in LA, it's good to be free.

flower jacket by Lenni the Label

black choker by Asos

mesh tee by Minimale Animale

photos by Ward Robinson