by Rachel Lynch
Had the best week with the Revolve fam! I loved sporting all the new looks for fall all over my city. Below are the links to shop all the pieces I selected for the week!
Sending you guys so much love.
xo,
r.
the hanna blazer by l’academie
blue mini fur jacket by revolve
white turtleneck sweater by tularose
the jean skort by l’academie
pink leopard faux fur coat by house of harlow
valencia sweater by LPA
cream aries dress by house of harlow
diana duster by revolve x chrissy tegan
by Rachel Lynch
i have met people who say they are artists, but they are unconvincing.
they’ve made no great sacrifice in their life, they have suffered little for what they say they love deeply.
me, i have torn my life apart. i have shredded everything to start new, i have sacrificed greatly because i love grandly. i am passion, fever does not settle in me. it rises, stirs, and surfaces from my fingertips. i am moved by night, the sounds the streets make when they think no one is watching.
i have my own world, and it’s quite uninterested in the opinion of others. it moves in its own shapes, bound not by time and space.
here we have an artist, who lived and died, fervently by her passions. they took her in the night, and she went willingly with their tide.
xx
mrs robinson black lingerie set by honey birdette
red lingerie set by honey birdette
silk bralette by angie bauer
by Rachel Lynch
bright blue faux fur jacket from shopbop
baby blue gossip girl dress by house of harlow
by Rachel Lynch
the birthplace of thought is the dream. a fantasy about what might be. sun-soaked and holiday bound. summer slips into a place of reveries, and the cold air sticks to your fingers without your consent.
you close your eyes to get stronger in the places you are afraid. there’s real promise in standing in the settings you fear most, you become indestructible in those places. you conquer it in your mind before you every bring it into the physical.
and when it finally gets here, you are stronger in the broken places.
x
by Rachel Lynch
lovers part. you close your eyes to see what it’s done.
you wait for the remedy- the meaning of everything to come crashing into your consciousness, but no answers make themselves apparent, and you are left colder than before.
you live like this, veiled in a delicate world, and you believe you are living. then one person comes along, and saves you from your idea of life.
you are a fool, but you are awake now. you hear music differently, you see nature in an entirely new way, you read more great books - nothing is the same. the beauty that they bring, illumination.
you’re not the one to talk things through, and life breaks you both. life is suffering after all, that is indisputable. you feel used, but you know more now.
you see that responsibility and love give life meaning. you act as if being is good. you are broken, but you still see the goodness.
it has been said, that making happiness the focal point of your life trivializes your experiences. because in order to regard anything as truly important you must regard its loss as truly meaningful. to open yourself up to experiences of deep meaning also means you have to open yourself up to the possibility of deep hurt and sorrow.
you are not the master of your own house, and all suffering will only serve expansion.
xx
photos by gareth lewis
by Rachel Lynch
i’ve always wanted to be one of those girls in the movies, like high fidelity or the unbearable lightness of being, one of those girls that lives in those ridiculously cool artist lofts with tons of paintings everywhere. many lovers and a closet overflowing with vintage robes and heels. you have no idea how she pays for anything, she’s a mythical and magical creature, something of a henry miller novel. she defies the laws of existence, she doesn’t play by anybody’s rules but her own. she’s wild, she’s free, and that’s why you love her.
by Rachel Lynch
KOPITIAM
Last Friday night, I had the pleasure of a feast at Kopitiam in the LES. It’s a traditional Malaysian coffee house. They do everything from breakfast to dinner. My favorite dishes were the chilled spicy noodles & of course the layer cake. The tapioca rice balls were pretty to die for too. All in all, I’d come back for the beverages and deserts - aside from the noodles. I’m not big on fish or meat and most of the dishes contained them! Restaurant info here.
MARTA
I over-did it at Marta, but who wouldn’t. Marta is located in the Redbury New York Hotel, and really an ideal date spot. You can order a bottle of wine and share a pizza or two. I started with the Ricotta, which is served with warm peaches and balsamic. It was iconic and decadent. The star of the show though is clearly the pizza. We ordered the Straccaiatella and Casino. For me the Straccaiatella was so good because it was simple and warm with a lot of cheese and a really light sauce. The pizza doesn’t taste too heavy but is still flavorful. I had four slices - which I think is a record for me. Restaurant info here.
KISH-KASH
Kish-Kash is a brand new north african couscous kitchen in the West Village. My boo and I went there one day after one of my photoshoots and I just fell in love. It’s a super casual setting, so we dinned at the high seats in the window during the last hours of daylight. We ordered a divine bottle of wine, and so many things off the menu. We started with the hummus and cauliflower, which made me a very happy lady. If you don’t know me - these are two of my favorite things in the world. We finished with a chicken tagine couscous. It was really something special, the couscous was some of the best we’ve both ever had. The menu is fairly small and it’s good to order 3-4 dishes to share. Restaurant info here.
MEADOWSWEET
Over the bridge, we have Meadowsweet in Williamsburg. Sean and I actually ended up here after a walk over the Williamsburg bridge taking photos and running into one of my friends. This place might be my favorite in the entire post. I had an absolutely incredible whiskey sour, before we ordered a bottle of red. If you’re ordering appetizers, you have to try the tiger fig and ricotta toast. We also got the crispy baby artichokes, which are just beyond. For the main, we got this stuffed dumpling pasta that blew my mind. It was so delicious and decant, we took forever to savor it. Anyways, I highly recommend this spot, it’s a big restaurant with a cool bar and lots of open space. Restaurant info here.
by Rachel Lynch
film photo diary from last weekend.
sept 28 - sept 30.
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by Rachel Lynch
Serving fall color realness. I love pops of primary colors + band tees and faux fur. Links to get this look are below!
happy weekend
xx
megadeath twisted front tee by R13
red leather pants by intermix
yellow fur jacket from shopbop
by Rachel Lynch
Devil like me. All up in her dreams and no where to be found. She comes alive at night. The sunset leaves reflections on the walls, dyes the furniture and sinks into the ground.
She rises, sips blood red wine and says her prayers. She covers a blank canvas, she wears a sheer robe. She is magic and mystery, a thing of butterflies. Long blonde hair, and little limb legs. She dances in the night, you follow her with a camera. You document her heart, soul and madness.
xx