by Rachel Lynch in

Cross over from death to life. Cheap pony tricks. The flesh loves to fail. Brooklyn blonde, sky blue eyes and a ticket to Santa Monica. Gonna ditch the city's heat for a while and play in the pastel's of the west coast. Retire your story for a while, and just let it write itself under the mysterious sun.

The sun is just your average star. Nothing special, in terms of the universe. It's only it's proximity to our planet that makes it's so special to us. Kind of like our existence, we only matter if we've got people we matter to.


photos by monica baddar

makeup by amanda yensan

swimsuit by wildfox

tattoos by DCER tattoo