Ballet Bae / Dark + Light

by Rachel Lynch in

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With all the love and light that surrounded her, how could she not dress in color? And with all the lovers that left with no letter, how could she not dress in black? Perhaps there was not as much space between the two as she believed. She felt the absence of love lost, but also the replete of the artists surrounding her. Her friends are getting high under the moonlight and her lover's waiting home in her white cloud of a bed. She often left her home, but she found home everywhere.

New York was uncertain. It terrified her, but she loved it. I don't think she'd take her dark-self or her light-self anywhere else. Where else could the two live side by side simultaneously? Taking herself for a midnight walk on the Brooklyn Bridge, running down to the waterfront in Williamsburg, charging her third-eye chakra in Soho. New York will feed every part of you.

The light stuck around like mango in her teeth. The secrets stayed inside like prayers on repeat. She woke to the Manhattan skyline each day, so bright in it's truth revealing glare. Then the evening came, the sun fell into a pink horizon, and the black filled the night sky where the demons stayed alive. The creative hour. She was two in one.

Ballet Bae platforms by Dolls Kill X YRU

cartoon bodysuit by Dolls Kill

makeup by Zoe Renee 

photos by Brittanny Taylor