You tell me that you love me, but that you never want to see me again. I know you're doing wrong, i'm not trying to hear it though. Nothing's greater than the rush that comes with your touch. I've got to do something about the way I look and you've got to do something else with your hands. I'm a model, believe it or not, take me by the hand and I'll show you. Last night's phrases are still unsettled and rattling on my floor. I always hear people in New York never get to know their neighbors. I have a secret and I belong to no one. Not even you.
Photographer Samantha White
Hudson Hotel, New York City