under the sea

by Rachel Lynch in , , ,

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I'll swim up to his castle, then flounder will splash around to get his attention...

The seaweed is always greener in somebody else's lake. You dream about going up there, but that is a big mistake. Just look at the world around you, right here on the ocean floor. Such wonderful things around you, what more are you lookin' for?

Up on the shore they work all day, out in the sun they slave away. While we devotin' full time to floatin', under the sea.

Comin' up for air, I've been under this sea forever. Darling, it's gotten better even since we've been together.

seashell sweater by wildfox

ramblin rose velvet corset shorts by Lip Service

photos by Jessica Castro

set you free

by Rachel Lynch in , , , ,


Sprawled out on the dashboard in high violet. You never though about doing wrong, just moving from one place to the next with a pair of black boots and a camera. If you need love, I'll travel. The sun was hot, and the world would shake us. I wanted to melt into the mountains with you. Fire it up, hang loose. You sang "bloodbuzz ohio" in the morning, just to wake me up. Lean my head on the hood of your car, we take it too far.

narc by narc muscle tank by UNIF

red moto shorts by UNIF

boots by Jeffrey Campbell 

glasses by Zero UV

photos by Taylor Herron

in her music box

by Rachel Lynch in , ,

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You can catch her this Superbowl Sunday in the Pepsi commercial. A few years ago, when I first met her, she had arrived in LA with nothing but five dollars in her pocket. Now I stare at her from across the apartment, Los Angeles sun shining in through the kitchen windows as she throws vintage clothing all around the floor, deciding what to wear to get breakfast while simultaneously feeding her dog and talking to her agent on the phone about this and that casting today. She's turned into a beautiful girl, not just on the outside, but with a heart bigger than all the golden sunshine in LA.

love on diamond street

by Rachel Lynch in , , ,

ARS1rf1ARs4 Ars6rf2Ars8 Ars9rf3Ars11 Ars12 Ars13 Ars14 ARS16 ARS17 ARS19rf4ARS21La mer de mon reve and sunrise love on diamond street. Glass blue eyes crystalized behind a pair of pink hearts because she's with you. It has been told that we leave our love in our summer skin, but you picked me up, and we cruised Pacific Coast Highway, and it just happened to be 90 degrees in Los Angeles on this winter day. Palm trees lined the mountains as we coasted along churches and houses hidden in the hills, the sun flowing in at a right angle. Symmetrical sky. It felt like we were characters in a summer novel, living where the soul meets body. We let the sun wrap it's arms around us. We bathed our skin in the January ocean. It's 6AM and this must be what it feels like to be new. The last night I spent with you, we failed at making hot coco and peeled the freckles from our shoulders. I had to put my love back in my summer skin, warm hues of gold and all. I knew in my heart, I'd see you again soon. And if in the meantime, the sea takes you, then I hope it takes me too.

red heart sweater by Wildfox

sunglasses by Zero UV

kick ass boots by Jeffrey Campbell

shot by Taylor Herron

rose parade

by Rachel Lynch in , ,


LA mornings come, and you lay bare in the sun. Fresh white sheets tossed to the side, you throw on a slip dress and thigh-highs for the morning espresso. Whip cream and strange glares, everyone's looking to cast you in their next movie. He's good for this, and she looks like that, it's all so simple. And you dance in the simplicity of it all. Everything here seems happier, cloud 9, boys with guitars and girls in little white dresses. No attention paid to lunchtime, evening time or anytime at all. We're just dancing from the streets of Silverlake to the shores of Malibu. Don't go, stay with me, hanging around in the LA lost and found.

garter by Gypsy Warrior

glasses by Zero UV

shoes by YRU

photos by Jessica Castro


by Rachel Lynch in , ,

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And why does kissin' you feel so good? Even though it ain't allowed, I know we sure damn should. And why does holding hands feel so right? I have a bruise on my pinky ring from holding too tight. Make it sparkle. Diamonds and spiders in the streets. Little girls dreaming of life and love under the California sun.

palm tree sweater by Wildfox

cotton candy coat by Miracle Eye

blue twiggy deluxe frame by Wildfox

heart sunglasses by Zero UV

photos by Jessica Castro

Los Angeles Love Song

by Rachel Lynch in , ,

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Los Angeles was her candyland. Something she could only have temporary, like a sunset. In silverlake, the sky filled with hues of magenta and gold. She had never seen anything like it before. It surrounded her and filled her in a way she never felt was possible. She listened to Haitian love songs and ate butterscotch. She welcomed angels into her life again.

Bathing in the sunlight, summer skin in the middle of January. She sat atop the house of her dreams and felt like falling. Her hand was held by the light. Laying on the roof, she dreamed of roses and a happy home with someone to love. In that moment, she decided to surrender to happiness. She felt defeat, but it was a defeat better than many victories.

bodysuit by Rehab

sunglasses by Zero UV

Denmark shoe in blush by Privileged

photos by Ward Robinson