The Los Angeles fever's falling all over me. Believing in lovers in a blackout space. I'm shaking, seeing things for the first time. The gem in Los Feliz.

Not named for the purity of it's water or it's people, but I get along just fine.

Sultry sun, I wake up too early here. If I was small enough to be clutched by californiacation, I would willingly submit to it's grasp. But I've got a home in New York, and your mother's ring in a kitchen drawer.

I stood in the rainbow arch of Beverly Hills, naked and afraid. Realizing that I barely wanted to own clothing, much less a house that took up a city block. Buddha said, "All suffering arrises from attachment," maybe that's why I feel ok today. I am open to everything and attached to nothing.

black rose dress by For Love & Lemons

jimi pants by Lenni the Label

black choker and silver platforms by Asos

photos by Jessica Castro