If you don't imagine, nothing ever happens at all. She's wild and entirely romantic. The mind is just a dream-space for more creation. She lived in her dreams more than she lived anywhere else. Everyday was new, wrapped deeply in the little world that was hers. New York, the dreamland. She had lived her own small life all within herself, within New York.
knit shorts by Nastygal
shoes by Y.R.U.
photos by Christina Emilie
Now my life is sweet like honey. It's a fucking dream and I'm living it. I've never taken LA seriously, it's always been a playland to me. And if you never take it seriously, then you can never get hurt.
Magical rides down sunset after champagne-infused dinners at Chateau Maramont. Swinging under the palm trees and singing along to the car radio. You are the fairytale.
A dark-angel for a partner in crime with an aura as lavender as the lilly fields. I've got skeletons on my pjs and I answer the door in the morning for coffee in bed. Running around like we've got nothing to lose. How does a week feel like a lifetime?
Make-out parnters and silverlake rains. Rooftops and stomachs hurting from 12-hours of laughter. Guacamole and cigarettes out in the back. Stars on our third eye and sheer garments on our bodies. Hands adorned in silver and friends in every part of the city.
LA, I never want to wake up from you.
All the time we spend in bed. What is there to live for if I'm in the only one?
Morning comes in Los Angeles. Morning comes with rain. I'm here now, and everything is beautiful, but nothing is the same.
I used to travel from Michigan, now I live on the opposite coast. You were the first, and our memories still remain on every street here.
Every daybreak I woke to the rain in downtown LA, I thought of you. And when you were dying, I wanted to go too. They'll say, "the only man she ever loved, died when he was only twenty-two."
I always dreamt of my Los Angeles life in my head, but that's just it, only a dream. As if California has always been the play-land that I never had to take seriously. I could stay in bed with you, and starve, and fight, and none of it was real.
I wish I could believe what they taught me. But time and memories just tear us apart. The moon and the sea, I wish I had told you again.
photos by Damon Loble
inspired by Sufjan Stevens
New York has always been so romantic to me. There's something novel-worthy about every corner, every coffee shop. When I walk through the city, I like to feel like I'm dressed up as a character from a book. And I'm always dressed up as my own character. I guess most people call her "I Hate Blonde." She wears fur, lace, mesh, hats, eyelashes and is always adored with jewels. In this post, I'm wearing some of my favorite new jewels from Uno de 50. The bag and rings are probably my favorite. I love how nice the quality of the silver and the leather is.
Excited to get dressed up and play today.
x x
rings + bag + necklace + leather bracelet by Uno de 50
photos by Kara Beth Nixon
Brooklyn afternoons. Climbing out onto fire escapes and seeing Bushwick from the other side. Stick and poke and last night's cigarettes. Corner liquor store and cheap champagne. Waking up in the morning and dressing exactly like the being you are because this is brooklyn, and you can do that. I've never waited for any one else to make the first move.
two-piece mesh set by Chi-Flo
pink heart platforms by YRU
photos by Jonathan Fasulo
Time puts the weights into my heart. Then it gets in my head, and it tears it apart. But if time is my vessel for this physical life, then learning to love must be my way back to breath. You played me out, so I gave you up.
And you were much in the same place as me. Left broken by the things that time took from you. But time doesn't stop, even when you're too numb to move. So we press on.
And we can find new ways of living. We can top the old times. When the loving that you've wasted comes raining down, you get out of town. In order to feel nothing, you keep moving. You keep seeing new things, and they fill you, if only for a moment.
We moved through snow and rain. From Greenville, to Cave City, to Louisville, to Nashville, to Massanutten.
We see what we can during the day, then drink ourselves into the deepest sleep. Nothing is like it was in New York. Everyone is so weird. Everything is so simple.
I'll probably never see this places again, but I didn't realize it then. I was so caught up in feeling nothing, that I felt everything so completely. I saw everything with eyes pressed wide open. From Walmart to the backstreet bars of Nashville. I was present and content. Wandering fills the soul in a way nothing else does. A new place, a new face, and twizzlers for dinner washed down by drugstore wine.
Winding roads through mountains, and hours spent staring out the window to the worst music. I'm talking radio songs. Enough country music to last me till my dying day. Water-parks and snow trapping us into roadside hotels.
The end of a road-trip is like coming down off a high. A fall back into everything that is a familiar and an inability to function within it. And I don't know what to make of it all.
photos by Spencer Wohlrab
Come on baby, let's take a ride. A train heading north and a two hour daze out into the green. The sky is bright, and bold, and free. My heart is a stone anyway.
Check into a cabin for the weekend and let it go. You're damned if you're wrong and you're damned if you're right. It doesn't matter while we're here. An escape into the endless evergreens. A placid waterfall. Barefoot in all that is.
Late nights sneaking into the hot tub out back and the loudest stars. Early moon. Dreams she stole with her hair down. The coziest covers in the summer air. Safe and serene. We do what we want. We do what we need. We hold our breath while time sleeps.
Stay a while. Let me keep it up with you.
photos shot by Noah Kalina for Shop Catalog
Up until recently, I have really struggled with my skin. I have found that not putting anything on it, using warm water and coconut oil as makeup remover has served me the best. I found that natural is definitely the way to go when it comes to anything that goes on your body (or in it!) That's what I'm super happy I came across TruSelf Organics. They make this really cool mask that you mix yourself (see above.) It's the first mask I've done where I don't feel like a ton of chemicals and ingredients are eating away at my skin. The mixture smells super good and goes on smooth. You can leave it on for 10-30 minutes. The kit comes with a cute mixing bowl and measuring cups and even an applicator (great for not getting hand germs into it when you apply.) Best part is I had fun doing this!
I'm super happy with the results, removing immunities the natural way. This is for sure the only mask I'm going to use from here on out.
xoxo
Come on in my kitchen, playground love and tall socks. Be the baby and share some sugar. Summer vibes and white light coming in through all directions. We took to the hamptons like two brooklyn babies. It's always an adventure with you, sneaking into backyards and slipping onto the oceanside. Long walks and horchata. Easy evenings and pink sunsets.
It's summer in New York.
<3
ice cream socks by Chrissy's Socks
flower socks by Chrissy's Socks
photos by Phillip Van Nostrand
Here are a few snaps from the American Express X Alexander Wang event at Milk Studios. It was so beautiful to watch the sunset from the Milk Penthouse, there's nothing like that city view and the way the evening light fills the room. Alexander Wang designed an amazing dress out of 15,000 American Express gold cards. The piece is simply stunning. He's such an artist.
photos by Phillip Van Nostrand
