First Day of My Life

by Rachel Lynch in ,

first5first3first6first7first8first2first1This is the first day of my life. Swear I was born right in the doorway. I went out in the rain suddenly everything changed, they're spreading blankets on the beach.

Yours is the first face that I saw. I think I was blind before I met you. Now I don't know where I am, I don't know where I've been, but I know where I want to go.

And so I thought I'd let you know. That these things take forever. I especially am slow. But I realize that I need you, and I wondered if I could come home.

Remember the time you drove all night, just to meet me in the morning. I thought it was strange, you said everything changed. You felt as if you'd just woke up. And you said, "This is the first day of my life. I'm glad I didn't die before I met you. But now I don't care I could go anywhere with you and I'd probably be happy."

With these things there's no telling, we just have to wait and see. But I'd rather be working for a paycheck, then waiting to win the lottery.

photos Jen Senn

Shades Of Cool

by Rachel Lynch in , ,


Creative lovers sinking to the depths. Her baby lives in shades of pastels. Her heart is unbreakable. I bet she stood by him through it all, keep the goddess on your side. He didn't want her all the time, but it was worth it anyway. Thrown at the day so powerfully, it's romantic, it's slow.

He taps at her window, willing that she'll let him in. She writes him a story, she falls asleep in his arms. And he's gonna save her, call her baby. Lover be brave. Silver lining dancing in the sun, listening to cat power and laugher. Slow like honey. Brush strokes and blonde hair. Let us love for a while, the gift of disillusion. It's divine. Laying in the light, lost in the stories. Fragile. They feel the sweetness that they pour into everything. Lost in the only thing truly worth getting lost in. They can't help but smiling.

dress by For Love & Lemons

shoes by Giuseppe

photos by Bri Elledge

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

the chapter of the forest

by Rachel Lynch in , ,

l2 l3 l4l1I meet my Lord down by the river side. It hits me almost every time. Beauty runs so deep, that its hard to sleep at night. This is the chapter of the forest.

If you cling to the world then your death isn't far. All things will fade, just like leaves fall away. Now I learn from the wind and rain. The lion made the spirit strong. I go forth into the heart. Bliss all around.

You say, "Open up and live. Let that sweet love come in."

dress by Missguided

hat by Nasty Gal

photos by Stephen La Marche

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

America's Suitehearts

by Rachel Lynch in ,

suiteheart1suiteheart11suiteheart9suiteheart7suiteheart6suiteheart5suiteheart2suiteheart3suiteheart8suiteheart14suiteheart4Let's hear it for America's Suitehearts. All felt, lace and wet locks. Purple sky dripping down, acidic delight. The moon turns its haze to fill the sky behind the mountains. We are infinite, laying counting stars on the sea. Higher and faster than the light that hits earth. We are drawing from the most innocent of times. Everything is new. Everything is golden.

I look at you with unbounded possibility. So young, so free. My heart is filled in ways that the wild never could quench. I savor a different taste. And it crosses my mind that getting close to you is perhaps more unnerving then meeting someone new everyday. Exposed like the deepest red in the blood of a fresh wound.

A smell of the air, a dip in the water. Another soul to drip open. A physical kiss is nothing without it. You close your eyes to see what it's done to your insides.

necklace by Sequin-NYC

bodysuit by Nasty Gal

salome boots by Jeffrey Campbell

photos by David Aronson

the mermaid parade

by Rachel Lynch in

web-33web-34web-35web-36web-46web-47web-48web-51web-52web-56web-58web-70web-30web-25web-24web-7web-5A few weeks ago, I had the pleasure of attending the annual Mermaid Parade on Coney Island. It was surprisingly really fun and felt like such a summer day in New York. Of course, I decided to wear my favorite little barbie Mermaid swimsuit from Wildfox, and my darling friend Emma wore my pink mermaid teeshirt with her amazing blue wig! Phil magically captured the feel of the day (as always)! After the parade, we all went on a crazy, scary, spinny ride.. which was probably my favorite part.

Happy Sunday everyone


Miami Film Travel Diary

by Rachel Lynch in ,

titlepagemiami3miami490620013 copy90620011 copy90620010 copy90620008 copy90620015 copymiaim590620014 copymiami290620017 copy90620020 copyI brought a little disposable camera with me on my trip to Miami Swim Week. To be honest, I wish I would have take more pictures.. but I was so busy! I headed down there with one of my favorite swim brands, Red Velvet. I can't wait for you guys to see their next season collection. I modeled pieces from it the entire swim week, and also modeled for their lookbook shoot. The swimsuits have amazing leather detailing, and really give a New York feel to a dip in the water. I'll be posting their lookbook shoot soon on my blog!

Anyways, I had a really good time and met up with two new photographers. Pop (as pictured above) and another darling girl named Julia. Really excited to share with you guys the photos I shot with her. She's coming to New York soon as well, so I'm excited to show her around. I love meeting friends and creatives in new places. I would of loved to have more time in Miami to just spend the day poolside or taking pictures on the strip and by the water. Perhaps next time!

Last week I was in the Pocono Mountains and next week I'm going to Providence for the first time! I feel like I've been traveling non-stop to all these little new and exciting places. Documenting all of these adventures has been my favorite, nothing like a film photo full of memories.

x x

(if you ever want to know where to get a specific item I'm wearing or to buy something off me you can always send me a personal email at I'll reply!)

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.

California Travel Diary

by Rachel Lynch in ,

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the last holiday

by Rachel Lynch in ,

21A copy 20A copy 25A copy 22A copy 23A 19A copy 24A copy 16A copy 17A copy 14A copy 15A copy 5A copy 11A copy 7A copy 6A 9A copythe last holiday. september keeps us hanging on, keeps us hoping. perhaps winter won't come around this year, but we're always wrong. summer makes you believe in the things you wanna believe. if it feels right, you do it. you drop cherries in your champange, and watch the sunset barefoot. hamptons living, boys and girls are so temporary here. though, it never feels that way at the time. it's the kind of place where you feel satisfied doing nothing for the entire day. nothing pushing you, nothing to drag you out of your white silk hotel sheets. with a bed that seems to go to the depths of the earth, you sink into the deepest summer sleep. you dance in the villa, you forget that people wake up before noon. a kind of beauty so intense, it would hurt to have it forever.


black tee by wildfox

sunglasses by wildfox

sheer pants by american apparel 

basic space //

by Rachel Lynch in

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Basic space, like we're in a crime scene. All I have is a little voice to speak with, and a mind full of thoughts and secrets. I'm a foolish, fragile spine. Take me away, cause I don't stand a chance within these four walls. Keep the nightmares out, scared i'll be torn apart by a wolf in my dreamland. Even if you don't want it to, the heart will always heal. Company under covers. I bite my tongue and I torch my dreams. Write stories into your skin at night. Fight the demons with everything you are. You are already naked, there is no need to to not follow your heart.

garter by alien doll creations 

shorts by UNIF

spike shoes by UNIF

photos by Y.O! for Product of Mars