National Disgrace

by Rachel Lynch in ,


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They call me a jerk, once they get to know me. But they don't stop calling, they read me well. It's no work if I was phony, I'd win a trophy. Who needs to make rent when there's seeds to sell. Freak the bell, and make it all spin crooked. Grab the tree by the limb and shook it, like "Have you seen my self esteem, where the hell you'd put it?"

Oh wait, never mind, I found it in a bottle, drunk at the Gramercy Hotel talking to a model. Wrecked the rental on Santa Monica Boulevard.

It's all about the hangovers, and late checkouts. Maid banging on the door like, "Wake Up! Get Out!" But come on mami, y'all probably don't want me comin' out like a zombie brushing teeth in the lobby. This is a career, not a hobby. Ain't no reason to fear what you wanna see. Hey Paparazzi, don't you wanna watch me quote the Wayne and then crash his new Bougatti?

Sweat pants, t-shirt, mesh hat, feeding Jack D. to a room full of teenie boppers. Howdy neighbor, take a shot for flavor. Let's debate whether or not we should punch the waiter. I'm just kidding, let's love each other. It goes click, filter, pick, and upload another. Do what you like, don't nobody care. It's a sign of success, only in America.

clothing by Pretty Snake

makeup by Danielle Bisbano

hair by Torie Bliss

photos by Brittanny Taylor

special thank you to the Dean Hotel


Luniac Glamour

by Rachel Lynch in


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Running through Rhode Island till I pass out. Last Friday brought an extended weekend vacation my way in the beautiful city of Providence. I feel like I'm getting to see all of New England this summer, and I'm falling more in love with every city I go to. Each one inspires me to write in an entirely new setting, and my Molsken pad is just about full (as it should be with the ending of a season and the beginning of another.)

The purpose of my trip was to see where my beloved friend, Brittanny, lives and works. You see, she's usually staying with me at my condo in Brooklyn, so it only made sense that I took the time to come out her way.

I must say, I have never been more delighted by the people of a city in my life. Perhaps it's just the wonderful, strong women that Brittany surrounds herself with, but every girl was just gold. Everyone was so willing to help each other and work together. We had a different group of hair, makeup and clothing people everyday. Each one filled my heart, and I feel as though I've made at least ten new friends. I'm hoping to go back in the fall, when the leaves are changing colors, giving a romantic autumn feel to the brick streets and oceanside.

Look forward to a bunch of new shoots from Rhode Island coming your way, including an editorial at the Dean Hotel for Nylon Magazine!

First look: I’m Your Present dress, LuniacStyle ring and earrings
Second look: I’m Your Present jumper, necklace, and sunglasses, LuniacStyle ring
Third look: I’m Your Present t-shirt and sunglasses, novodenim shorts, revamp instyle bracelet, LuniacStyle ring
Hair and makeup by Kristen Marrah Lemoine of LuniacGlamour
All items can be purchased at luniacglamour.com

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.

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America's Suitehearts

by Rachel Lynch in ,


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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


bye-bye, blackbird

by Rachel Lynch in


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Bye-bye, blackbird.

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tazmin gold plated crystal necklace (from white dress look)

gold crystal detail cuff (from peach look)

all jewelry from this editorial can be bought directly through Sequin-NYC 

photos by Jen Senn


factory girl

by Rachel Lynch in


factor14factory4factory5factory6factory2factory11factory8factory7factory3factory9factory10factory12factory13factory15factory16factory17factory18factory19factory20factory21factory22factory23factory24factory25factory26factory27factroy15She gave her heart to New York so long ago. No other lover compared. No other lover scooped her up and swallowed her whole.

Motorcycles parked outside of cupcake shops in Soho. White beds perched in the Empire skyline. Lovers and japanese motorcycle rides in the pink-filled sky. She didn't know how to be in the world when she was anywhere else.

She danced from studio to photo-shoot under the glittering, gold sun. What was Manhattan without velvet furniture and nicotine. Eyelashes higher than the heavens. New York was alive in her as much as she was alive in New York. High off hunger and the taste for a new day. Italian expresso in the afternoon and red fingertips flipping through french literature. Eclectic was an understatement- she kept each memory inside her like she was getting ready to write a book.

And she read books; self-help, philosophy, but mostly classic literature. She had this one book, she read it all the time, at least three times a year. You hold on to things that inspire you to keep living. Walking out of hell and into New York was just the beginning.

Devendra Banhart on repeat, today was a studio day. She came through the door, pink plastic bag, blonde hair, and thick black eye shadow hidden under red heart sunglasses. She's the kind of girl Vladimir Nabokov would of written about. A modern-day Lolita takes Manhattan story. A little codeine, nude lips, and a gold pocket knife tucked into her thigh-high boots, a real heroine.

No cups, so they all drank from the one bottle of champagne. A pretty photographer that looked like a movie-star, and a handsome painter that smelled of coconut oil and colors. They danced around the wooden floors, trying to find the light, snapping photographs.

The ghost that is the spirit, she wore it in her eyes and projected it into the camera. A factory girl is full of wonder, always in awe of her immediate surroundings.

They captured the day from morning till sunrise, spinning with fabrics and pastel paints. They couldn't tell the difference between what was real and what they created. They wondered if people were going to remember them.

skivvies obsession bodysuit by For Love and Lemons

candy coated dress by Nasty Gal

sunstreak swimsuit by Nasty Gal

Reverse Stevie Nicks Kimono by Nasty Gal

rising up platform sandal by Nasty Gal

photos by Jen Senn assisted by David Aronson

make-up + hair by Kayti Hurd


stargirl

by Rachel Lynch in


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She was in her sun-drenched city bedroom, eating watermelon and watching 7th Heaven. It's a noon wake-up call for a shoot in the East Village. Sipping from her watermelon with a blue swirl straw, she slurps the last hydrating drops as she heads over to her closet in pastel spirit.

She pulls leopards and glitter boots to the floor. She grabs her moon tee-shirt and stuffs it alongside everything else in her leopard Betsy Johnson bag. Star-nymph. All the roses in her house had died, but she promised to bring wine and flowers, so she grabbed the last french bottle that was in her fridge and ran out the door in search of the perfect roses.

She stopped by a small bodega in St. Marks and picked up a variety of colored flowers, because that's how she was feeling that day. Blues, oranges, and reds spilled from the top of her bag as she arrived at Emma's house.

They climbed the seven floor walk-up along with Brittanny and a few other stargirls. They threw their belongings everywhere -- flowers fell on top of Marc Jacbos bags that spilled over Jeffrey Campbell shoe boxes and wine glasses.

Stargirl turned on her magic for the camera. She tapped into her second chakra to release her sexual and creative energy. She felt the love energy of the day come in through her seventh chakra and saw the beauty of everyone around her. She never realized how much she needed the attention of others to confirm her own presence. The world was free to flow through her, like a wave. She was rain, there was no difference between her and the universe. She opened her heart to let new love in. She played dress up in moon clothes, the age of Aquarius. A giant aquarium on top of the city. Manhattan sea horses and starfish, born to swim and be wild. The sun began to blur, and the sky became pink. They laughed and the moon sang.

night owl lenon sweater by wildfox

star bra lost sweater by wildfox

i miss ny poolside tank dress by wildfox

blue moon shipwrecked crew tee by wildfox

photos by Brittanny Taylor 


day in the life of a wildfox girl

by Rachel Lynch in


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She throws on a white tank and sunglasses. She plays Coco Rosie and dances around her room and jumps on the bed. She feels alive in the light. The makeup, the curling iron, everything becomes part the getting ready process. It's an enjoyable dance, becoming the girl with big blonde hair and bigger dreams. She lays back down for a second, but never to return to sleep. The morning breeze always has secrets to tell you, never go back to sleep. Divine inspiration is held in the clouds of the morning, this is where she finds her true purpose, her dharma. This little blonde wildfox was put here to make magic and inspire girls of the like, and that is precisely what she will do. She fills her notebook with doodles, Lisa Frank stickers and stories of love.

It's the afternoon now and the little blonde wildfox decides to dress up as a mermaid. She feels like a barbie in her dream house. Making faces in the mirror with long locks and little limbs. She races up the elevator to her roof to dance around the sea that is Manhattan. Imagination is the greatest gift. Seashell kisses and pink sodas for lunch. Striped straws and laughs with friends, it's a beautiful life.

As the hours pass, feeling as though no time has passed at all, she decides to head out and meet some friends at the sand bar. They drink from coconuts and snack on plantain chips. The have purple hibiscus flowers all over their food and drinks. She dances on the chairs and soaks in the company of her girlfriends. Life is but a fairytale under the Manhattan sea.

x x

clothing by Wildfox

photos by Brittanny Taylor


Stella - a wildfox doll

by Rachel Lynch in


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At the center of a bustling borough, there was Stella. Though she was born and bred a New York baby girl, she knew her heart lived elsewhere. She'd often gaze at the map tacked up to her bedroom wall, amongst posters of Bowie and Blondie, fairy lights and feathers dripping from the ceiling of her tiny apartment in a big city. She needed to chase the sun. She wanted desperately to stroll down star-paved sidewalks and feel the salty air comb through her wild blonde mane. She dreamed of hiking through twisty canyons winding up past hillside homes with wild rose bushes. She sighed.

Stella was never one to feel content with settling. She was all imagination -- a force to be reckoned with. If she wanted to see herself surrounded by magic, then she would simply have to open her eyes a little wider. She packed a big bag with fresh flowers and the ripest fruit. She tore the bedding off her mattress and tucked it neatly into one massive marshmellow. Like a tiny ant carrying the biggest lump of sugar, she stood with her treasures in the glass elevator of her building. Riding up up up, she pressed her face close to the window, kissing her city and leaving a perfect print of her hot pink Yves Saint Laurent lipstick.

As she flew past the tallest of towers, like a soaring superhero, she smiled. At the tip top of the roof, she got to work on her little New York nest. Not quite Los Angeles, not quite Laurel Canyon, but closer to the sky and nearer to the stars. Perhaps not the Marilyn or Audrey kind of stars, but those that appeared after a blood orange sunset. The glitter of flickering lights like fireflies dancing in the sun. She kneww right then that she couldn't leave this place just yet. LA was tugging at her heart, but New York was inside her soul.

clothing by Wildfox

shoes by Jeffrey Campbell

words and graphic by Electric Raspberry

photos by Brittanny Taylor


FROM EDEN

by Rachel Lynch in ,


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From the garden of Eden came man. The breath of life. A living being. Man spoke words of beauty beyond wildest dreams. He used his voice to give names to all the fish in the sea and all the birds in the sky. And in others, man saw light, and in this light, he saw himself.

The people of the garden gave their energy to what they wanted. They manifested magic, and watched it materialize in the physical world. They didn't take their lives very personally, they practiced kindness. The electromagnetic field of everything created in nature's garden is pure, and in a state of cooperation and love. Love is the elixir of the universe, the cause of all harmonies. They bathed in this elixir and it filled them. He who has light, finds he lacks nothing.

lace cape by Nasty Gal

champagne supernova shorts by Bad Vibes

bernadette boots by Jeffrey Campbell

photos by Alix Rae


a day in the dollhouse

by Rachel Lynch in


d16d8d3d4d5d6d17d28d26d25d24d23d22d21d18d20d19d10d9d12d13d14d11d15d7d8d2d1d29A day in the dollhouse. Little castle in the middle of Brooklyn. Blonde n' loving it. Morning starts with playing dress up. A million articles of clothing on your floor by noon- dress, hats, feathers, gold and lace. What character do you feel like being today? Perhaps a mermaid, perhaps a cowgirl, maybe even Sailor Moon? Decide on space angel in a white dress and press go. Then it's off to the fridge for breakfast, which usually just involves cutting up mango and spilling almond milk on the floor. Blasting Iggy Azalea as you curl your hair. Daydreaming of pink houses and Jamaican boys and neon clothing.

Throw a fur on, and run out the door. Big sunglasses on for this Friday adventure. Play in the park and collect pink flowers for your girlfriend. Kiss the sky, wear a cape and pack a picnic. Fresh air afternoon in a little bit of spring paradise. After that, return to your apartment and dance around into your swimsuit until you decide what to wear. It's Friday night and you want to go out dressed as a mermaid. Running around, slipping on your wood floors. Eating avocado and sipping sparkling water. You finally decide on big black boots and a little dress. The evening is yours, you'll be back in the dollhouse before the clock strikes midnight.

x x

white dress by AGAIN

white platforms by YRU 

black lace up boots by Jeffrey Campbell 

hello swimsuit by Wildfox 

jewelry by Sequin NYC

photos by Jenn Senn


if you understand yourself, you are illuminated

by Rachel Lynch in , , ,


ihateblonde, rachel lynch, i hate blonde, instagramihateblonde, rachel lynch, i hate blonde, instagramihateblonde, rachel lynch, i hate blonde, instagramihateblonde, rachel lynch, i hate blonde, instagramihateblonde, rachel lynch, i hate blonde, instagramihateblonde, rachel lynch, i hate blonde, instagramihateblonde, rachel lynch, i hate blonde, instagramihateblonde, rachel lynch, i hate blonde, instagramihateblonde, rachel lynch, i hate blonde, instagramihateblonde, rachel lynch, i hate blonde, instagramThe tao that can be named is not the tao. The tao is so vast that when you use it, there is always some left. You will find the tao in you. And if you choose to see with it's eyes, you will see the tao in others. Knowing others is intelligence, but knowing yourself is true wisdom. And though you lose the body, you do not die. If you realize you have enough, you are truly rich in this life.

happy easter sunday loves, may your day be filled with the light that is in you 

xx 

photo credit: stefania lola


she makes magic

by Rachel Lynch in ,


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clothing by Our Prince of Peace

photos by Emma Lauren


DROP THE GAME // I HATE BLONDE X NYLON

by Rachel Lynch in ,


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Last week, I teamed up with Nylon to bring you this dope street style look! You get can get the hoodie and breakfast necklace from their shop, (links below!) I'm super stoked on this monster eyeball hoodie, people kept coming up to me while we were shooting and asking where it was from, certainly a statement piece. And my breakfast necklace has a swarovski crystal for an egg, so you know I'm swaged out.

monster crop spiked hoodie from Nylon Shop

breakfast necklace from Nylon Shop

fries dress by Our Prince of Peace

bones beach leggings by Our Prince of Peace

photos by Phillip VN


MALIBU BARBIE DREAM HOUSE

by Rachel Lynch in , , ,


barbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondebarbie, malibu barbie, rachel lynch, i hate blondeI'm a Barbie girl, in the Barbie world. Life in plastic, it's fantastic! You can brush my hair, undress me everywhere. Imagination, life is your creation. Come on Barbie, let's go party!

I'm a blonde girl in a fantasy world. Dress me up, make it tight, I'm your dolly. Hit the town, fool around, let's go party.

Hi Barbie! 

Hi Ken!

Do you wanna go for a ride? 

Sure Ken!

Jump in... 

Happy Saturday everyone, I'm hope you're all having fun in the sun/ at Coachella/playing dress up at home/ whatever you're doing.. make it great <3

xx

leilani pink swimsuit by Adore Me 

photos by Phillip VN


stolen paradise

by Rachel Lynch in


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And I want you, we can bring it it on the floor, you've never danced like this before. But we don't talk about it. Stoned in paradise.

Coldest winter for me, no sun is shining anymore. The only thing I feel is pain, caused by absence of you. Suspense is controlling my mind, I cannot find a way out of here.

We can bring it on the floor, never danced like this before. But we don't talk about it. Stolen paradise.

dory teddy by Adore Me

black fishnets by Adore Me

brenda babydoll by Adore Me

photos by Phillip VN


soul to squeeze

by Rachel Lynch in , ,


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How long will I slide? I've got a bad disease. Suck my kiss as I dream of Californiacation. The city of angels has casted it demons on me. Insanity it seems. We take to the coast, drive up to Malibu. As we listen to the music, I stare out the window at the vibrant blues and pinks that fill the sky. It seems I've got everything I need. Maybe the sun is enough to take away my self-destruction. I always come back for more. New York eats me, LA feeds me. And I fall in love a hundred times a day. Boys, girls, songs, sand and sounds. I slide into a little peace of mind as I ride up the beach. Shoulders exposed, bare skin in the sun.  The freckles start to surface, aviators protect my eyes. I am lost, but I know I'm in Venice. I feel everywhere and nowhere, all at the same time. I feel so far from New York, the center of my world. But then again, I find myself in a new world. I'm sailing. I'm in love. I forget to eat, to drink, the care. I am on my way, in full decision that I don't want to decide where I'm going.

Where I go, I just don't know. I've got to take it slow. And when I find my peace of mind, I'm gonna keep it till the end of time.

black zip one piece by Tavik Swimwear

photos by Taylor Herron 


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


Hello, Charlie!

by Rachel Lynch in , ,


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hello charlie swimsuit by wildfox

platforms by YRU

sunglasses by Nasty Gal

photos by Jessica Castro