so you can be my drug dealer girl

by Rachel Lynch in


NYC sure knows how to get down, maybe more than anywhere else. It doesn't really matter if it's 10 on a Tuesday or 4AM on a Thursday, there's always something to celebrate. No one sleeps, no one drives, everyone goes out and everyone dresses fly. I find myself in a vintage tee, leather shorts and a fur ready to hit the east village every night.

Fake tattoos, fur, street stickers, organic smokes and curb chilling. After getting home at 4AM (which is relatively early) I can't wait to get into my wildfox jumper and eat chocolate chip cookies while watching scooby doo.

There's always a balance ; )