she lives at the plaza hotel

by Rachel Lynch


"Je suis perdu sans toi", he says. Do not beg for what does not want to stay. El bandido de l'amor. Modern Noir. Making love to the sound of Manu Chao. 

If a writer falls in love with you, you can never die. She carried all her lovers with her, in her gaze and in her eyes. The stories were tucked deep inside, unfolding lifetimes after they happened. Occuring in art, sound, photographs, anything she created. She was inspired by the life that was hers - in love with it's endless possibilities and precious experiences. 

Every year she grew older, she grew more aware. Arranging her consciousness to match the stars. How they seem everlasting, but they're not resistant to change. Held together by their own gravity, so fragile. Their life begins with a collapse, and their light remains for decades after they're gone.

xx 

as seen on NAKID MAGAZINE

shot by Jen Senn