rose parade

by Rachel Lynch in , ,


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LA mornings come, and you lay bare in the sun. Fresh white sheets tossed to the side, you throw on a slip dress and thigh-highs for the morning espresso. Whip cream and strange glares, everyone's looking to cast you in their next movie. He's good for this, and she looks like that, it's all so simple. And you dance in the simplicity of it all. Everything here seems happier, cloud 9, boys with guitars and girls in little white dresses. No attention paid to lunchtime, evening time or anytime at all. We're just dancing from the streets of Silverlake to the shores of Malibu. Don't go, stay with me, hanging around in the LA lost and found.

garter by Gypsy Warrior

glasses by Zero UV

shoes by YRU

photos by Jessica Castro