Rich Kid Blues

by Rachel Lynch in


love5love2love7love4lovw1love6love8"Straight to my head. The riches are dry of living the lie. And bringing trouble back in my bed. Where nobody can save me cause the smoke is my baby.

Mama, I got your wild-eyed ways. There's nothing you can do or say.

I got the rich kid blues, and it's got nothing to do with you."

pink romper by Missguided

sunglasses by Karen Walker

all jewelry by Sequin-NYC

skully platform by Jeffrey Campbell

photos by Lauren Engel