polaroids from nyc

by Rachel Lynch in


Fresh like the mind of your favorite spirit, the sun wakes us in new york city and we are alive. West village parties and Chelsea hotel filming, I don't remember sleeping. Living at the Jane Hotel was like being away at sea but you're the captain. Each night was spent filming a music video that will be out shortly, while drinking whiskey and wine. I don't remember where we walked or where I dropped my motorcycle jacket, like the winds of the never. The city was consuming, from meat to fashion to money. Victim of a succession of lights and photo shoots, I could use a doctor and a golden dawn. But for now, I'll take new york nights and brooklyn coffee.