You find this kind of girl in every town, wherever there’s a scene, she’s always hanging around. The best and worst kind of muse.
She begins her days in the spare bedroom, which she’s converted into her creative den. Golden painting easel in the corner, and a vintage green desk against the wall. Soho escape.
A place where she can lose her mind. A space in which it’s safe to let go. Singing “Quelqu' un m'a dit" with the windows open. She contemplates writing a book, what she would say, and who she would say it to. Sometimes creating visually felt so limiting, she wished she could put the images from her head into sound. She even took to learning a new language, because in the one in which she was versed, she had run out of words.
She never got involved with blowing her cool, she was too busy getting high on novels and cheap champange. She’s learned to ride the wave. Every possibility existed in a field around her, cosmic awareness.
“I think you need a little more magic in your life,” she would say. “A little more sound, a little more heart.”
Bigger than the sound, baby’s moved downtown. Alternative world. A world she gets to build over and over again. She believed the best thing you can do in life is create yourself. She sensed it was important to have a mind that was, "open to everything and attached to nothing."
She was a mixture of beauty and self-loathing, too cool but also deeply aware of her frailty. But she got her confidence from books. It was Thoreau that made her a rebel, who encouraged her to live free and uncommitted for as long as possible. He taught her that man could elevate his life through conscious endeavor.
"It is something to be able to paint a particular picture, or to carve a statue, and to make a few objects beautiful, but it is far more glorious to carve and paint the very atmosphere and medium through which we look. To affect the quality of the day, that is the highest of arts."
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clothing by Yandy
shoes by Jeremy Scott X Melissa Shoes
make-up by Lisa Thai
photos by Jen Senn
