Let's make love and listen to death from above. 1979. Gallery girl in the arms of a film noir character. She painted in wedge heels and a towering headdress. "I get no sleep, like a cool cat. I am a freak with a big hat," she would say. She could paint all morning, adventure in the flowers all afternoon, and memorize French verbs all night. They were revolutionary simply due to the fact that they had turned on their minds. She had become her own, simply through her desire to think. Being with you makes me feel like I can't touch the ground. We use our power to create our world. And she felt the world so intensely through her veins, like the crystalline structure of a gem. Our skin is our largest organ, there is an energy level all around us, if that energy level is clean, we magically call in beautiful people, experiences, and opportunity. Grimes on repeat and the desire to dance. Not only did I love her, but I could tell the universe loved her, too. More than others. She was different. After all, I would be a fool not to notice the way the sunshine played with her hair.
dress by Nasty Gal
sunglasses by Wildfox
thigh-high lace boots by Jeffrey Campbell
photos by Dustin Alexander Thornton