baby pass me the hookah

by Rachel Lynch in ,


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champagne & cocaine tee by red lace district

paid to play tee by red lace district

sorry for partying tee by red lace distrcit

photos by Gil Raitses


American Hustle

by Rachel Lynch in , , , , ,


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saturn crop top by Jac Vanek

sequin disco shorts from Rock Refinery

salem boot by UNIF

yellow fur coat by Bitching and Junkfood

photos by Shooka


Los Angeles Sticker Club

by Rachel Lynch in , , , , ,


stickerclubsundays 2A copy 4A copy la1 la2 1A copy la3 la4 la5Sticker Club Sundays. Fun spent in the back of a pizza parlor, collecting glitter smiles and sipping soda. Sunday feels off, so we make of it what we can, with pizza, fries, candy and disposable cameras. There is an emptiness on Sunday. An emptiness that can't be filled by silver napkin holders or clear soda straws. But we do our best, we sulk in junk food and overdose on Netflix. America on high, those days we can't seem to get creative.

LA ME tee by Too Ugly for L.A.

sunglasses by Wildfox

bitch relax hat by Miss KL 

dip-dye jacket by Chaser


adventure time // new york style

by Rachel Lynch in , ,


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I will be wild as a child, look at me feeling so free now. I lose all my air just laughing. There is so much to explore. And everything is so covered in commercials, we forget the simple magic that resides inside every door. It's one of those nights we want to make the mundane magical. There is no reason, other than our own personal happiness. Robbing grocery stories of their toilet paper supply, standing in ice machines, hiding in parking lots and heading down a rabbit hole with a ghost glow stick. You can't always depend on others to make you smile, sometimes you have to just laugh at yourself.

black hoodie sweater by Widow

black leather shorts by Nastygal

gold glitter boots by Jeffrey Campbell 

smile sunglasses by Jeremy Scott 

photos by Tessa Abrahams