pale fire

by Rachel Lynch in , ,


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“And he absolutely had to find her at once to tell her that he adored her, but the large audience before him separated him from the door, and the notes reaching him through a succession of hands said that she was not available; that she was inaugurating a fire; that she had married an american businessman; that she had become a character in a novel; that she was dead.” 
― Vladimir NabokovPale Fire

crop top + platforms by UNIF

photos by Juan Beltran


my kind of town

by Rachel Lynch in , , , , , , ,


IMG_8776 copy IMG_8753 copy IMG_8761 copy IMG_8752 copy hey IMG_8774 copy IMG_8751 copyCan't wait for the sun to go down, roll into town. I don't know about you guys, but I've been craving the road. I feel like I've been cooped up in Brooklyn ever since I got back from LA. I've been researching cottages in Portland and fantasizing about going there just for a week, to run and journal in the woods. I think I'm gonna do it, totally lay low and just run the trails and fill a Moleskine notebook.

I've also been really wanting to go to Georgia and Seattle. I plan on hitting a few cities this year.. any recommendations? I'd love to do some shooting in Texas or the desert.

Hope you're all staying warm and cozy today.

xx

free bird tee from Nasty Gal

leather pants by UNIF

moto jacket by UNIF

photos by Jaglever


when i go

by Rachel Lynch in , ,


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I once knew a boy from Michigan who told me this, "The theory which states that if ever anyone discovers exactly what the Universe is for and why it is here, it will instantly disappear and be replaced by something even more bizarre and inexplicable." I knew what he was talking about. I said, "What if I told you I was willing to run with everything I have and never looked back. You see, the world is beating alive inside me and I have to get it out."

He knew what I was talking about too. What the brain sees and what falls on the retina are often not identical. We did not falter when we spoke. He grew up much the same as I did. We dipped our feet into the cold clear shore. I felt his cold lips brush across my shoulder. I'd try to survive the day just to hold him against me for a few seconds. On this one white eve, he told me he had to go. I understood, with blades of ice blue in my eyes.

When he left, I ran into the sea with everything I had. I left nothing on the shore. The world was beating inside me and suddenly ran out in the depth of the dark and the blink of an eye.

cotton candy tee by UNIF

vapor moto jacket by UNIF 

mod sunglasses by Quay 

photos by Bliss Katherine 


THE ALIEN PARTY

by Rachel Lynch in , , , ,


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Wild like aliens, out of this world. Everything I know says to fly.  I've been enjoying summer days and nights with my friends so much. They're all so creative and full of life. It's refreshing to be in a city surrounded by healing love and artistic spirits.

spike black top by UNIF

red moto shorts by UNIF

spike shoes by UNIF 


ACID TRIP

by Rachel Lynch in , ,


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Fuck all the talk, we're dripping acid. Technicolor girl. Snapback and bad bitch cuff, you know the uniform. It's not my style to be taken alive. I'm out of my mind all the time. Surely, I'll do what I want. Crystal clear clouds and gold. A rainbow hurricane, dripping colors falling into your brain in pallets of your past. Suicide blonde. Kill everyone you have been and create something new.

Vapor Moto Jacket by UNIF

rainbow cake top by UNIF

whatever tie dye tee by UNIF

rainbow cake shorts by UNIF

blue sparkle sunglasses from Nastygal

Bad Bitch ring from Nastygal

sneaker platforms by Jeffrey Campbell

photos by Y.O! for Product of Mars


WEED BE GOOD TOGETHER

by Rachel Lynch in , ,


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Trap all day, play all night. Every time I go out, you know I gotta show out. Light up platforms. Take me to your dealer. Up all night. Underground girls. Club kids that look out of this world. Black eyes. White hair. Crushing on girls who are boys and boys who are girls. Neon adventure kids. Weed don't give a fuck. And bitch, keep your chin up. Turn this music up. Leave the crib, out of your league. Dedicated to life on earth. High rider with a hell of an aim. I am what I am, you can like it or love it.

**** I hate blonde does not condone the use of any substances.*****

Weed Burning Tee by UNIF

Take Me to Your Dealer Sweatshirt by UNIF 

Pray Snapback by UNIF

Weed High 5 Muscle Tee by UNIF 

Light Up Platforms by Jeffrey Campbell 


every time the moon shines, i become alive

by Rachel Lynch in


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Every time the moon shines I become alive. Strange and small. I'm just a kid that needs no help. What do you see inside your nightmares? The little death star. Is it difficult to watch destruction? The little galaxy of anxiety that's all in your mind. Jump off the edge like there's no tomorrow. Little white lies. She's a great allusion. That girl fire, everything she touches burns. Don't try to fool her, cause she's fooling you. Before you begin, game over, you lose.

Blessed Tank by Blackscore 

star killer tights by Poprageous 

machine platforms by Jeffrey Campbell 

prayer choker by UNIF

photos by Chris Nightengale


THE PROM FROM HELL

by Rachel Lynch in , , ,


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The Prom from hell. Your girl is wild. She ripped her prom dress so it was 7 inches above her knees and threw a leather jacket over it. Spike choker, red lips, black thigh-highs and alien platforms. She wasn't trying to fit in. The blonde alien that stands out. Your parents don't approve. She shows up at your house, late, in a baby blue camaro, smelling like trees. Untamed youth. Wild'n cause I'm young and I'm on my level. Pull up in some shit you've never seen.  Need a little glitter to raise hell. Fucked around and fell in love with her.

the blonde dream prom dress by MacTak Mart 

prayer choker by UNIF

black human aliens by Jeffrey Campbell X HUMAN ALIENS

circle alien shades by ZeroUV

photos by Sh0oka


HANGING IN UNIF // ESCAPE TO ART SCHOOL

by Rachel Lynch in , , , , ,


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Hanging in UNIF, dancing to grimes, drinking wine and letting my spirit release. We paint our fingers, we collect skulls and candles. We share cameras and sunglasses, and destroy each other's apartments. We are the artists, the indigo children of our age, and we're severely ADD. We don't dance like you, we don't dress like you. We do what we've always wanted because that's all we know how to do.

I remember back in high school wishing I could be different. I wished I could be normal, I wished that I wanted to stay on the cheerleading team and spend my time at school functions. I wish I didn't style my uniform with neon vintage platforms and oversized 80s sweaters. I wish I wasn't sent down to the principles office every day for violating dress code in some strange way, via wearing a rosary as a necklace, a metallic bra under my button up, or a gay rights shirt.

But truth is, I couldn't change who I was. I was severely unhappy. Then, I moved away to attend art school in the city at seventeen and BAM, it was like my spirit found it's home. I was attending all studio art classes and painting on the tops of downtown buildings smoking cigarettes with likeminded teens. I was so happy. I was writing like never before, filling up a sketchbook a week. My blog began to take off and I was so comfortable just being me. I wasn't stared at for wearing strange hats and shoes to class, I could show up with a pizza on my head for all my teachers cared. And since then, life has only gotten better. And sometimes I realize that I don't appreciate it as much anymore, because it has become my normal. I wake up in a beautiful studio downtown and know nothing but art and creating and photographs and my crazy friends. And I've learned to take all the internet hating with a grain of salt, because I realize, they don't live in my reality. They don't wake up in the world that they want, they wake up in the world society gave them.

But you can create happiness for yourself, I promise. You can create a world of people where you can be the wild, crazy, pizza-wearing, club platform, shaggy haired hippie and they won't look twice. I know a lot of my girls out there are struggling right now. You guys talk to me about living at home and feeling stuck. I was the SAME WAY! But I am here to let you know that it does get better! It does! You don't have to be what your family wants you to be, you can be you!

I honestly recommend applying to art schools, with graduating coming up for me, I don't think I could of done anything else! It is in art school that you will find a community of like-minded crazy-heads to create your own reality. Don't just say, "I wanna runaway to LA!" No, no! I want you all to stay in school. College is getting a lot of flack right now because everyone's trying to say you don't need it. I honestly believe that we do. We're not mentally developed when we graduate and there is no better way to keep opening up your mind to things than a college education. I know, I know some of you can "do it yourself." Well, that's great for you, but I don't have the attention span or drive to take myself to the library everyday. Besides, that sounds very lonely and I love being with other kids as I journey and learn. All of my classes have been so discussion based and I love that.

Anyways, I promise I am looking through all the intern applications right now. If you haven't applied yet, you still can! Only thing I ask is that you are in school and at least half as crazy about art and life as I am.

x x

sweater by UNIF 

glasses by Nastygal

garters by Shop Gypsum 

photos by Rich Little Poor Boys


UNIF // WEEKEND FROM HELL

by Rachel Lynch in , ,


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Wanna check my street cred? Go ahead, come get. All that shit that you talkin don't help you grow. My pimp, my doctor and my exorcist all suggest that we come here to wreck your shit. And don't look down, cause you're bound to fall flat. But if you do it the ground, rebound and bounce back. We never stand still. The ones you can't catch, the ones you can't kill. Thug white girl. Excuse my hood edict. Lynch is acting up again, someone tell this girl to chill. Your better half don't act right. She don't need to grow up with the same type of hard heads. Miss little blonde slap a bitch.

Girl, let me break you down like a shotgun. I wake up every morning, my mission? Fulfill the dream. I still hear it ringing in my ears when the lights out. Up to my room for cigarettes and cartoons. I'm just tryna live life cool.

Rachel Lynch for Miss KL X UNIF. And a tribute to Murs and Slug. 

bad kitty rider by UNIF

meow metal muscle tee by UNIF

snapback and cats too muscle tee by UNIF

the prayer choker by UNIF

machine shoe by Jeffrey Campbell

bitch snapback by Kiley Kouture 

photos by Shooka