west village nostalgia

by Rachel Lynch in


rachel lynch, blogger, nasty gal, hipster, styleIMG_8088rachel lynch, blogger, nasty gal, hipster, stylerachel lynch, blogger, nasty gal, hipster, stylerachel lynch, blogger, nasty gal, hipster, stylerachel lynch, blogger, nasty gal, hipster, stylerachel lynch, blogger, nasty gal, hipster, stylerachel lynch, blogger, nasty gal, hipster, stylerachel lynch, blogger, nasty gal, hipster, stylerachel lynch, blogger, nasty gal, hipster, stylerachel lynch, blogger, nasty gal, hipster, styleIMG_8096rachel lynch, blogger, nasty gal, hipster, styleBohemian child. West Village. Fourth-floor walk up. Even when I detach, I care. You can be separate from a thing and still care about it. If I wanted to detach completely, I would move my body away. I would stop the conversation mid-sentence. I would leave the bed. Instead, I hover over it for a second. I glance off in another direction. But I always glance back at you.

floral print fringe kimono by blu boutique

shoes by Jeffrey Campbell 

photos by Phillip Van Nostrand