"and it was true, we named our children after towns we've never been to"

by Rachel Lynch

I want to be your ideal lover in a summer house built for two. But my ideas are too big to stuff into the guest room, so we stay in our separate city dwellings. 

All these places we went together just gave us excuses to dream. Some of them felt more like home then I had ever known before. We'd set up camp, make coffee, and vegetable couscous. 

Our long mornings beneath the covers, limbs intertwined like liquid stars. Kissing you in Morocco, I thought to myself how you have a whole universe inside of you. 

But I keep a distance that causes complications. I have long desired to pull the world inside me out, and share it with someone. 

I thought you knew. I wanted to create a world with you that would expand the one already existing within me, but I don't think we match like that. We create memories together, but understand them differently. We value different parts inside the same whole. 

We are connected by the comfort. I hold on to the hope that you're a little bit more like me than you seem, but I know that's selfish to think. 

So I retreat back into my own world of colors, books and words. I am creating my own life, and I hope you can find a way to do the same. 

xx 

elenora maxi dress by For Love & Lemons

dara bralette and panty in back and blue by For Love & Lemons

darla bralette and panty in pink velvet by For Love & Lemons

kimono by Free People

photos by Noel McGrath

 

the night josh tillman came to our apartment

by Rachel Lynch

 I remember those times. Me dancing around in nothing but a kimono, cigarette in one hand, mind in the other. Our clothes in a pile on the floor. Haven't eaten since yesterday because food weights me down, and I think you feel the same.

There's beer in my fridge, but only because of you. After today, it will remain there for the rest of the year. 

You'd come over at night and shake me up. I couldn't do much but try to create the days I knew I'd see you. The thought of you was endless inspiration.

You were so condescending, you helped me move on. Your favorite bands in a playlist on my floor, cheap red wine on a leopard rug. 

There was practically nothing in my apartment at the time, and you built my bed frame in drunken haze. 

I liked that you were never on your phone. My replies to your rhetoric were the only responses in blue. Our own world, my new home. 

The morning comes, we awaken by what little amount of curtains I have, nothing to block the light from flooding the room. And it's exposed, there's really nothing left at 9AM. The evening was on temporary loan. You are like a dream I get to touch, you're what I make in my head. 

x 

elenora embroidered maxi dress by For Love & Lemons

blue velvet high waisted panty by For Love & Lemons

blue velvet darla bra by For Love & Lemons

pink darla velvet panty by For Love & Lemons

pink darla bralette by For Love & Lemons

photos by Rachel Thalia

riding through the desert with boys

by Rachel Lynch

Wasting time, they say I'm no good. Summer of my life. They think I'm dangerous, a little too adventurous, but I'm just making up for what I never had. I said yes. Take the the pill, take the trip. 

Riding around town, drinking in the white noise. Playing rock n roll, dancing in my head, got my cash in my boot. Palm trees in rows turn to cactuses. 

The solitude will break you, and so will life. You can't protect yourself. The only solution is to feel, to be swallowed up, to risk your heart. 

Everything in the universe was intended, and nothing is on accident. Every fall, only gives way to the greatest rise. Every detour was a dance, and embedded now in the fabric of your being. 

You are the sum of all your experiences, and attached to none of it. 

I told him pick me up, keep driving, and don't ever stop. 

xx 

Manuela Soutache Bustier by Nasty Gal

Manuela Soutache Skirt by Nasty Gal

Jeffrey Campbell brown thigh high boots by Nasty Gal

silver bolo necklace by Nasty Gal

darla high-waisted panty by Nasty Gal

darla velvet bralette by Nasty Gal

photos by Jen Senn

bayou country

by Rachel Lynch

Last week I got a special delivery from ASOS with some new jackets. This, by far, was the best of the bunch. 

It immediately reminded me of growing up and listening to Creedence Clearwater Revival with my dad. This jacket is something I feel like they would of worn in-between shows, or on the road. There's something so rock n roll about this piece to me, hence me having to wear it out the next day for a quick coffee break with my good friend, Christina Emilie. 

Hope you guys enjoy the post, and happy Friday! I'm off to do a shoot at the 9s studio in Soho with some new For Love & Lemons!! 

xo 

fringe jacket by ASOS

thigh-high brown suede boots by Jeffrey Campbell

photos by Christina Emilie

Lust List: Festival Season "The Midnight Muse"

by Rachel Lynch

Hey guys! I'll be talking festival fashion a lot this season! There's something about festival style that just doesn't play by the rules. It's sort of a "anything goes, wear a swimsuit as clothes type vibe." Which obviously, I'm all for. 

If you know me, you know I'm one for wearing lingerie as outerwear. Festival season is an excuse to do just that. I've noticed also for myself this season, that I'm moving away from whites and pastels. I'm not longer a sucker for the baby blue romper or white angelic jumpsuit. I want rock n roll vibes and 70s edge. I was ripped band tees and distressed leather. Dark boots and bell bottoms. 

Here's a few items I'm lusting over in my cart while shopping for festivals today: 

1.) Vegan Leather Belt

2.) Embroidered cowgirl shirt

3.) Cody Sheer Studded Dress

4.) over-the-knee black suede boots

5.) strappy bodysuit

6.) boho baby jumpsuit

7.) leather bolo vest

8.) boho flare pants

9.) suede heel

 

happy shopping guys, I'll be posting a lot more about festival trends and deals soon! 

xoxo

los angeles loves you

by Rachel Lynch


L.A. has always had a certain freedom to it. It’s like this place where you don’t have to play by the rules. It’s kind of wild.

Perhaps it’s because I grew up in the snow, but I’ve never been fully comfortable around palm trees. They’re great and all, but every morning I wake up and see them outside my window in the Hollywood Hills, I’m confused. They’re the exact opposite of the concrete that makes up my Manhattan city block.

Despite this minor discomfort, I let go in L.A. I wake up early, only to do much of nothing, take day trips to the desert and stay out late in Silverlake, drinking tequila on a belly full of mexican food.

Right now, it’s ten am, and I’ve already been up for three hours. My body’s probably still on New York time, but something about California makes waking up early ok. The sunshine and the warm weather are like a hug in the morning that I’m hesitant to embrace. New York makes me cold, hard, and untrusting.

But yet again, I let go, give in to the sun, and accept it’s warmth. Yesterday, we drove to the desert and just wandered. We took so many beautiful photographs, and as much as I had planned for this shoot back east, none of it really matters now. The anxiety faded, and whatever was going to happen, would happen. Sometimes, art has a way of creating itself.

I have long fathomed a life in LA, but like I said, I’m strangely uncomfortable around palm trees and their suspicious nature. I also have a long history with LA. I’ve been traveling here 5-6 times a year since I was sixteen. My first two big loves were in LA. My very first boyfriend was a musician in Hollywood, we had our prom together at Universal Studios. And my second boyfriend was an actor, who walked around with a cane, just because. I remember the first time I ever met him at a coffee bean on Hollywood Blvd. He sat down, leaned his cane against the wall, where he proceeded to take out a tin can of organic tobacco, and roll his own cigarette. I was completely in love, never before had I met such a character who could quote Kafka as much as myself. But I’m getting off track.

All I’m trying to say is that I find LA enchanting. A lot of New Yorkers say they hate the people in LA, but I have only ever fallen in love here.

Even now as I sit outside at a coffee shop in West Hollywood, I’m in love. The perfect almond milk latte, and my pen to paper in the California sun. All I’m saying is LA gives me the strength to rise from anxiety and be creative and inspired. To revel in all it’s perceived discomforts. To embrace what comes your way with the unwavering certainty that you are enough.

LA, you’ve got my love.

as originally seen on C-heads Magazine

 

nothing's gonna hurt you baby

by Rachel Lynch

Nothing's gonna hurt you baby, nothing's gonna take you from my side. You're close to me, there are places we've only experienced while day-dreaming. And we make the daydreams our dwelling places while we're together. 

Whispered something in your ear, made you smile and look away. When we stay out too late, when we have a drink or three. When we're laughing and singing in our sunglasses to our favorite rock n roll songs.

x x 

jewelry by Justin Montoya

head-piece by Lunara Design

photos by Anya Thompson