BLONDE PISTOL

by Rachel Lynch in


Blonde pistol. Blondes in the Ritz Carlton. What can we say, We like to trash hotel rooms. Check your pistol at the front door and hangout in the hallway. As a child, she got in trouble often because she had a penchant for jumping out of second story windows. Her boyfriend owns a Harley that she's seasoned to ride.

Quick wit and a demanding sense of style, she met him at a soda machine in a desert motel parking lot. She was there shooting a western editorial and his band was in town to play a show. At first, he had her so pissed off that she wanted to fight him out back. The he spent the 99 cents on her soda as they shared a cigarette.

Heroine eyes and a speedy sense of full-moon adventure, she took him to LA.