everlasting muse

by Rachel Lynch


Carry me back to some golden day where only he remained. Silver guitar in the Los Angeles sun. The night infused by rain drifted us to sleep. We inspired each other, I wrote books and you played music. Wearing sunglasses and laughing to our favorite songs. Lovers are always in motion- the morning is their friend, the nighttime their captive. 

There were nine muses, according to greek mythology. You're the Euterpe to my Erato. I held a rose while you sang for everyone. You'll see it someday. They never wanted to believe it, but you did as much for me as I did for you.

I'd probably fall for you again. 

xx 

 

 


the peach period

by Rachel Lynch


Here's a couple of my looks from over the past month. I don't know why, but I've been a little bit confused as far as my personal style goes. Actually, I might know a little why. Usually, I don't look at instagram/other influencers that much.. it usually interferes with my own personal vision. 

But I guess over the past two months or so, I've given into the hype. I've been looking for what does well, what's trendy, what gets likes. And the only place it's gotten me is confused and frustrated. As an artist, I think it's important to not look outside yourself for inspiration all the time. You have to trust your gut. I know I haven't gotten this far by listening to other people. 

One of my favorite teachers, Wayne Dyer, once said, "You have to be independent of the good opinion of other people." 

Caring too much about what other people think has landed me with a closet full of expensive clothes, and no idea what to do with them all. I'm trying to go back to letting it all happen naturally, dressing crazy and not caring about what other people have to say. To walk down the street in 6 inch platforms and a band tee as a dress if I so please. This is who I am, and I have to fight to stay connected to that confidence. 

xx 

 


nouvelle vauge

by Rachel Lynch


You're doing too much, and I'm not living enough. I can count my life by the times I have alone to just contemplate. To be with myself, with my books, and my music. The presence of someone else, no matter how subtle, will always take away from my direct connection. 

Everything makes sense in solitude. I write, create, and come up with my next big ideas. Life is in perpetual motion, and I'm not stimulated by your outside attention. 

Long ago, I learned to look inward, and never found need to look anywhere else. 

x x 

floral sheer dress by boohoo

black pumps by YRU

photos by Stefania Lola


love galore

by Rachel Lynch


Love galore, rainbow spectrum. You're mine any day. 

The mother and the artist are watched over by heaven. Life is always moving us forward to higher ground. There may be setbacks, but life is in and of itself good - just look at the self-healing body. No impediment is too great for the ever-flowing life source. 

We always return to our natural state, a state of peace. When the artist channels the muse,  she reveres heaven. She aligns herself with the mysterious forces that power the universe and that seek, through her, to bring forth new life. 

It is love galore, it is overflowing and ever presence. Nothing could ever cut her off from divine inspiration. 

xx 

lingerie by Maison Close

saint mink robe by Never Fully Dressed

shoes by Charla Tedrick

photos by Gina Frey