Living Creatively

by Rachel Lynch in , , , ,

hara12hara8hara10hara11hara13hara17hara14hara15hara16hara18hara7hara5hara4hara3hara6hara2hara1Last week, David decided to purchase a Konica camera. It was said to be Andy Warhol's favorite of all to shoot with! We were excited to take it out to play, and had a nice day at Prospect Park and then a little evening out in the East Village. I'm really excited with the way the images and colors developed. Film has always been my favorite way to capture fashion photos for my blog. I know this camera will come out to play during fashion week as well.

Anyways, I wanted to take some time to talk to you guys about living creatively. I often get emails, facebook message and tweets about how I stay inspired and create for my blog every day.

I'd like to refer to the 6th verse of the Tao, which speaks of an eternal and indescribable force of creation that lives inside all of us. If you choose to be aware of the creativity that already exists inside you, I believe it will assist you with new ideas, inspiration, projects and anything that's on your heart.

In Deng Ming-Dao's Daily Meditations, he writes of what it feels like to tap into this creative awareness:

"You can feel this in your life: Events will take on a perfect momentum, a glorious cadence. You can feel it in your body: The energy will rise up in you in a thrilling crescendo, setting your very nerves aglow. You can feel it in your spirit: You will enter a state of such perfect grace that you will resound over the landscape of reality like ephemeral bird song."

When you're in touch with the creativity that is uniquely you, you can offer the world your authentic intelligence and talents. Listen to what YOUR heart desire, ignore how others may want to direct your life energies. Allow yourself to get to know what is uniquely you. It doesn't matter what the calling of your heart is - blogging, design, writing, school, teeth cleaning, photography, gardening.

Whatever you feel within you as your calling -- whatever makes you feel alive -- know in your heart that this is all the excitement you need to make your dream a reality. Being creative means trusting yourself.

I'm not saying every day is just a divine flow of creative energy for me. But even on my worst days, I can rest in knowing that I am forever connected to the creative force. Take some time today to be alone and try to listen to your heart. What makes you uniquely you? What do you feel you want to do with your time here?

It is all so special, and it is all a gift.

x x

degausser noir

by Rachel Lynch in ,

d3-156700005 copy56690012 copyicandishitout copy2sickofyourtattoospt256690006 copy56690003 copy56690010 copy56690008 copyI fell asleep in the skyline. White hair and a bottle of guilt on the Lower East Side. I think this mind mistake is exactly what I need. Sad on the subway, I let it push me up against the wall. You're my favorite bird, so don't be that hand around my throat. Find someone to be everything you'll never be. The storm is coming. I just want sleep. Dressed in all black, I let the bad parts in. I don't mind you under my skin.

Back into my dream world where I can't shake the feeling that I'll never do anything right.

x x

bodysuit + lace stockings by Nasty Gal

shoes by YRU

film photos by Emma Lauren + edit by me

blow up in crystal colors

by Rachel Lynch in , ,

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We sell ourselves to the evergreens. The afternoon sun comes down in sharp focus, then the colors begin. Looking up at the sun was like looking through a prism. We could see every color. Perhaps everything in the sky is a rainbow, mostly naked to the human eye. The purple, yellow, red and blue drip into my hand. No boundaries.

We run across the rows of light and head back into the forest. We are lost. We forge our own trail. I can hear the river running like it was rushing through my blood stream. Everything so alive, the animals with eyes the size of the moon. Staring competitions with packs of deers, and constant hand holding. I've never seen anything so green, or anything so blue. Butterflies come out of no where like the pages of comic books.

We race down the road to our little red room, where we sprawl on the floor and built a fire. A million colors and one sketchpad, taking turns bringing to life the pictures in our minds. Braided hair and lace kimonos. Beads and bellbottoms. Those rock and rollers. I'll just lay with my head in your hands.

We run across the pool room, so scared of the outside world. Then we make a mockery of it at dinner, playing a little game with everyone else. Holy roller. Watch the world grow darker. The night is alive in the glitter of our eyes and the curiosity of our minds. We explore everything once again, but this time in a new light. Bottle of champagne on the road. The sky over the sea has grown dark and the florescent lights turn on everywhere. Soaked into your mind. Laying beside you staring at the celling. Share with me your ideas, the ones you forget sometimes are yours. Can't you see, you're not the only one.

x x

girl gang

by Rachel Lynch in

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girl gang muscle tee by PYLO

cargo pants by PYLO

black platforms by YRU

photos/makeup/hair by Kayti Hurd

america, the beautiful

by Rachel Lynch in , , ,

harley10harley2 harley3 harley4 harley5 harley6 harley7Hiding between the days. They're moving so fast, you stop to do a double take. Everyone of us is losing something precious to us. Lost opportunities, lost friends, lost possibilities, lost lovers. And we feel like we can never get them back again. This is part of what it means to be alive.

american harley tee vintage

black hat by nastygal

sneakers by Jeffrey Campbell

photos by Tan Camera

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


by Rachel Lynch in

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I know you wanna date my friends. Love everyone, trust few. You wanna know what I think? There are very few people in this world who don't want something from you. It's wonderful to have people in your life who are just cool and fun. You love them just because. You don't care about what they have or who they are. It's like a breath of fresh air. You have fun and enjoy this life. Fuck the rest, you treat people like shit and you will get shit in your life. You spend your time using people and you will get used. We in this bitch, and the rest of the world don't exist. It's like I have blinders on when I'm with them, complete zone out and no one else matters. And it shouldn't surprise you that we have an ongoing group chat. K bye now. Happy Friday.

Blessed Are The Chic Tank by Blackscore

Prayer Choker by UNIF

Simpsons Sweater from The Scarlet Room 

My sexy friends handmade by Jesus