she lives at the plaza hotel

"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

paradise

Sometimes, I feel like we live in society that does not encourage us to make mistakes. We must have the perfect body, the perfect diet, and a lot of money. We're told not to be reckless, to settle down and work a full time job. We're suppose to stay on our phones, and away from a canvas or guitar. 

My body still craves the insane - the spilled paint, chord progressions and creative conversations. The imperfect and the impossible - the moments that give rise to creativity. 2AM song writing sessions on my fire escape with a cigarette, after I haven't touched one in four months. Some could say she's fucking up, others could say she's doing what she needs to do to make art. 

xx 

everlasting muse

Carry me back to some golden day where only he remained. Silver guitar in the Los Angeles sun. The night infused by rain drifted us to sleep. We inspired each other, I wrote books and you played music. Wearing sunglasses and laughing to our favorite songs. Lovers are always in motion- the morning is their friend, the nighttime their captive. 

There were nine muses, according to greek mythology. You're the Euterpe to my Erato. I held a rose while you sang for everyone. You'll see it someday. They never wanted to believe it, but you did as much for me as I did for you.

I'd probably fall for you again. 

xx 

the peach period

Here's a couple of my looks from over the past month. I don't know why, but I've been a little bit confused as far as my personal style goes. Actually, I might know a little why. Usually, I don't look at instagram/other influencers that much.. it usually interferes with my own personal vision. 

But I guess over the past two months or so, I've given into the hype. I've been looking for what does well, what's trendy, what gets likes. And the only place it's gotten me is confused and frustrated. As an artist, I think it's important to not look outside yourself for inspiration all the time. You have to trust your gut. I know I haven't gotten this far by listening to other people. 

One of my favorite teachers, Wayne Dyer, once said, "You have to be independent of the good opinion of other people." 

Caring too much about what other people think has landed me with a closet full of expensive clothes, and no idea what to do with them all. I'm trying to go back to letting it all happen naturally, dressing crazy and not caring about what other people have to say. To walk down the street in 6 inch platforms and a band tee as a dress if I so please. This is who I am, and I have to fight to stay connected to that confidence. 

xx 

nouvelle vauge

You're doing too much, and I'm not living enough. I can count my life by the times I have alone to just contemplate. To be with myself, with my books, and my music. The presence of someone else, no matter how subtle, will always take away from my direct connection. 

Everything makes sense in solitude. I write, create, and come up with my next big ideas. Life is in perpetual motion, and I'm not stimulated by your outside attention. 

Long ago, I learned to look inward, and never found need to look anywhere else. 

x x 

floral sheer dress by boohoo

black pumps by YRU

photos by Stefania Lola

the butterfly effect

"It has been said something as small as the flutter of a butterfly's wing can ultimately cause a typhoon halfway around the world." 

photos by Katherine Larson

love galore

Love galore, rainbow spectrum. You're mine any day. 

The mother and the artist are watched over by heaven. Life is always moving us forward to higher ground. There may be setbacks, but life is in and of itself good - just look at the self-healing body. No impediment is too great for the ever-flowing life source. 

We always return to our natural state, a state of peace. When the artist channels the muse,  she reveres heaven. She aligns herself with the mysterious forces that power the universe and that seek, through her, to bring forth new life. 

It is love galore, it is overflowing and ever presence. Nothing could ever cut her off from divine inspiration. 

xx 

lingerie by Maison Close

saint mink robe by Never Fully Dressed

shoes by Charla Tedrick

photos by Gina Frey

if she wants me

New York was a crazy place, in which she set out to find peace. Nothing was perfect, but everything was moving. 

She was crazy, but she was grounded by a blind faith she possessed since she was young. She never doubted the existence of God, nor could she deny the presence of God in everyone she encountered. It was like she was born never separated from the oneness. 

But one does not simply rest in this - they go out into the world, they move to New York, they fuck up. 

And that's exactly what she did. Four years ago, with a one way ticket and $800 in her bank account. 

She always believed it would work out, that the gift of life was to be trusted in it's forward motion. 

New York was always moving, and so was she. It was long ago that she decided New York was a place she could be for life, if it wanted her. 

x  x 

sunglasses by Zero UV

dressed up in you

In a previous life, we were lovers in Barcelona. You met me in a white dress, you were a music-making man. 

All I want is the best for our love, my dear. We'll begin the summer together, well aware of our endless numbered days. 

This delicate heart can't bear much else, it's already been through the riptide. Yet it moves along still, with the sentiment of the artist, truly knowing the world is good. 

Be gentle with me, I may drift awhile. 

rose petal pumps by Charla Tedrick

white lace choker by Vanessa Mooney

white lace bra by Stella McCartney

postcards from los angeles

Last weekend, I had the pleasure of staying at the Petit Ermitage in West Hollywood. It had such a beautiful french feel with a boutique aesthetic. 

The best part by far was the roof. It had a romantic restaurant half inside/half outside with little tables hidden among the trees. It also had an amazing pool with big lounge chairs and Moroccan Rugs. It felt so intimate and private up in the Hollywood sky. 

Of course, I had to bring a shag jacket and a bathing suit for the pool. I was feeling so many Lana Vibes with this look. Both the bathing suit and the jacket are by Pretty Attitude! One of my favorite online shopping destinations. 

pink flamingo shag jacket by Pretty Attitude

bring out the west in me high waisted two-piece by Pretty Attitude