by Rachel Lynch in

_DSC7147-Edit _DSC7181 _DSC7221-Edit _DSC7272-Edit _DSC7288-Edit _DSC7296 _DSC7555 _DSC7582 _DSC7703-Edit _DSC7722-Edit _DSC7804 _DSC7831-Edit _DSC7853 _DSC7879 _DSC7977 _DSC8001 _DSC8057 _DSC8080 She knew a part of her was afraid. Under the heroine black eyes and layers of leather and lace, she was really altogether delicate. Sometimes she put on her heavy-eye makeup and lace sets, and pictured where she would settle next.

A long flight from New York to Paris, and a new adventure on her hands. She'd rent a baby blue apartment on the West End, and read Hemingway over morning espresso on her balcony. She'd meet new friends, new artists and lovers. She'd wander the Champs-Elysees in her rose-colored dress and play with the silver necklaces hanging as she pondered concepts proposed by Vladimir Nabokov.

It was almost as if she could taste this daydream as she sunk back into her Brooklyn studio. "It was too good here," she thought. Too filled with colors, and sounds, and inspiration and love. New York was too good to leave, even for Paris.

Sangria Dress by For Love & Lemons

Bat Your Lashes Underwear by For Love & Lemons

X Revolve Little Kitten Slip Skirt by For Love & Lemons

Infamous Bra by For Love & Lemons

photos by Roon