winter haze

It's very much winter in NYC, but I'm doing my best to supplement thigh-highs for pants. It's not a 100% foolproof method for warmth, but I'm making do. Anything to avoid the mundane combos of simply dressing for warmth. 

My leather jacket is by the Arrivals, and actually one of the warmest pieces I've ever worn. When I wear it on the subway, I feel dressed for winter battle. 

My cross-body bag, cropped rolling stoner tee, and snakeskin shorts are all from Gypsy Warrior. They've got a super-cool rock n roll vibe to their collection going on right now, and I'll be doing a very special shoot for it this Wednesday! 

Looking forward to sharing so much special stuff with you guys this week, then on Friday I'm off to Wyoming! 

adventure awaits 

xx 

photos by Bri Elledge

flowers blooming

“And that is all she ever wanted, for someone to understand her while she was out making sense of her soul and the handful of flowers blooming from the top of her skull.” –R.M Drake

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heart beats jacket by Gypsy Warrior

bruce tee by Gypsy Warrior

leather jacket by The Arrivals

photos by Bri Elledge

the prettiest star - david bowie

I guess I'm in that place with art and life where I'm just waiting to hear what my music is. Maybe I've already touched my music, maybe I'm morphing into it's sounds. 

I can see that we all came here with music in us, but the world crushes us when we open our mouths to sing. So we slip silently into the day, doing what we're told to do.

I have never wanted to be quiet, I was not born to be quiet. I am a loud spirit of sound with many colors vibrating within. I started making my art very young, because it was simply what I had to do. That is the difference with the artist, they have to create. There is frankly, no other choice. 

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heart beats jacket by Gypsy Warrior

Bruce Springsteen tee by Gypsy Warrior

hat by UNIF

photos by Svetlana Blasucci

superstar

Sit down beside me, let the music play and stare up into the night sky. Sonic youth. If you tame me, we will need each other. I'll no longer be floating in New York alone, one with the long rows of city streets at night. I'm a wanderer, and I always float back to that state of being. I break all the rules, and everyone else is just forced to watch. Stranded and strange. 

Yet, no matter how lost I may feel in the evening, art has always given me direction, even when sometimes I feel I am floating. 

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dress by For Love and Lemons

hat by UNIF

sunglasses by Zero UV

jacket by The Arrivals

photos by Svetlana Blasucci

photobooth

The only memories I have left from the nights at the Chelsea Hotel, are your lips touching mine in a photobooth. Waking up to a pack of parliaments adjacent to the nightstand, and beginning the day on the fire escape, laying a blanket down and drinking cheap coffee. It wasn't the time of documenting everything, so I have nothing. No visual representations to show what a creative life we lived, how young I was, or how much I cared. 

But I guess now, it's all in my head. A mix of visuals and smells. My memories are little clips of images like those from a photobooth. But pack a change of clothes, cause it's time to move on. 

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Wren + Glory now available on Nasty Gal

skirt by Motel Rocks

hat by Lack of Color

sunglasses by Dior

photos by Matt XIV