Things are starting to get spooky. Golden skeleton and baby bats, listening to classic vinyl and dancing outside the Jane Hotel in the cool of the evening. The halls used to be haunted, spider webs hang from the ceilings and the fireplace burns all night long. It's the magic of the West Village, the only place in New York that didn't burn to the ground. The buildings crawl and creep with energy of past lovers. Just like a ghost, you've been haunting my dreams. Love is kinda crazy with a spooky little girl like you.
i am gold favorite sweater by wildfox couture
black thigh high boots are vintage
black cat sunglasses by zero UV
photos by shooka