fa$hion Killa

by Rachel Lynch in ,

IMG_5625 copy IMG_5629 copyIMG_5631 copyIMG_5624 copyIMG_5630 copyIMG_5632 copyIMG_5650 copyHer pistol go. My bitch a fashion killa, she be busy poppin tags. She got a lot of Prada, that Dolce and Gabbana. Her attitude Rihanna, but she trippy like Nirvana. Cause everything designer, her jeans are Helmut Lang, shoes is Alexander Wang.

Rick Owens, Raf Simons, boy she got it by the stock. She ball until she fall, that mean she shop until she drops. Scoop back tees, breeze in the coupe.  Spikes and patten leathers, different fabrics mixed together. Her closets like a runway. We could get away forever.

fur jacket from Trash and Vaudeville

deep V bodysuit by Nastygal

BAD belt by This is a Love Song

shorts by Topshop 

the kick ass boot in black by Jeffrey Campbell 

photos by Jaglever

lyrics by A$AP Rocky

wish somebody would of seen us, babe

by Rachel Lynch in , ,


Wish somebody would of seen us, babe. When it's just us two, there is nothing they can say or do. And everybody else don't mean a thing. New York Fashion Week, check- in time. Hotels flooded with lovers, haters and the in-betweens who are too weak to choose a side. We roll up in a cloud of smoke, crash on the 16th floor. We take the nights as they come at us, and make the best of it. Cinnamon lips, bodies like water falling down a hill, full speed ahead in one direction. It is worth every scar and every sleepless night.  If you didn't risk the fall, you have loved no one but yourself.

kitten sunglasses by Wildfox

beach maxi dress by Wildfox

crop top by Topshop

bell bottoms by Edge of Urge 

photos by Samantha Rex 

Be the Girl you loved in Retrograde

by Rachel Lynch in , , , , , , ,

IMG_6954 IMG_6985 IMG_6993 IMG_7002 IMG_7011 IMG_7014 IMG_7026Chill out. Sip carbon on the side of the pool and wear your favorite snapback. Skeleton rings and spikes. Seeing the world 50 floors up and listening to Simple Plan. A steaming hot tub and a cannonball competition with the boys. Neon laces and 90s aesthetic. No loud clubs with bad vibes, just old fashioned hangouts with the boys on the 28th floor balcony, jumping into the pool and playing music. Sit back, throw your phone on the hotel bed and



chill out sweatshirt by Jac Vanek 

shit snapback by UNIF

plaid pants by The Editor's Market 

white spike shoes by Jeffrey Campbell 

photos by Bliss Katherine