Clean shirts and fresh daisies. Cars and cigarettes. I talk loud about God. The sun also rises for those who romanticize life. Those who are willing to walk into the wilderness with no end goal in mind. Young and pretty. Parliaments on fire and moving to the music. Speeding into the horizon, headfirst into the cooling twilight, I am alive, if nothing else. And the end of summer comes rushing in to steal my hope, and I realize I still have no idea what I want.
white bodysuit by Lee + Lani
thigh-high boots by Jeffrey Campbell
photos by Stephen La Marche