"she can read, she's bad" for Virgin Gold Cult

I wish I could eat the salt off your lips. We can revive the old times, they'll only harm us if we believe them to be real. We can spend more nights pretending like nothing has changed. 

Staring out my floor to celling hotel window, New York looks different now. I feel on top of the world. But you get in my bed, and tear it apart. 

Your mind is the only madness I would ever subject to. We get on the floor in the hotel hall and shake it all out. 

Running bathwater, room service with the metal tops still on the plates. You go stabbing yourself in the neck. Interpol on the speakers, "it's in the way that she poses, it's in the things that she puts in my head." 

Always listening to your stories, calling your bluff. Laying awake in bed together till 4 in the morning. We let each-other get away with a million lies that we never believed in the first place. 

You put the weight into my little heart. 

xx 

rose gold jewelry from my collection: Americana Blonde

fur jacket by BelleFare

stud leather jacket by Nasty Gal

rainbow fur jacket by Nasty Gal

black and blue lingerie set by For Love & Lemons

red velvet boots by Y.R.U.

make-up by Meli

photos by Lauren Engel

shot exclusively for Virgin Gold Cult

i don't fit in anywhere

Here's a simple look I put together with some swag new pieces from my girl's line, Chi Flo. This flannel is super warm and cozy, and the beanie is boss. I'm always in need of another black beanie, especially since I wear them when I run in the winter as well. 

I paired the flannel with these amazing blue leather pants from blank NYC. I also added my favorite brown leather belt that I think my mom bought for me about 7 years ago. 

In reality, and for a more chill day, I would for sure wear this look with a pair of simple flat boots. But hey, it was a special day traveling up to Beacon, NY to chill and get lit with my girls. 

have a dope day 

xx 

flannel + loser baby beanie  by Chi Flo

blue leather pants by Blank NYC

photos by Noel McGrath

the velvet underground

You know her life was saved by rock and roll. And if rock and roll had taught her anything, it was that things were okay in their imperfection. Nothing had to be so matter-of-fact. The sensible, realistic world in which others dwelled was not her own. The music taught her that it was okay to let her hair down, to mess things up. The stories we tell in between the things we do, the times we notice its okay to let things ride. 

We make magic in the moments we are not intending to create anything at all. The spark of inspiration that comes when we let go. 

This was the world she was learning to live in, the wild, eccentric, belief that everything will be ok. 

xx 

leopard bellbottoms by Show Me Your MuMu

fur jacket by UNIF

tee by Gypsy Warrior

photos by Noel McGrath

psychotic girl

She grew up in the Chelsea Hotel. A painter for a mother, and a musician for a father. She taught herself chemistry on the fire escape, and french in her mother's studio. Their apartment had dark walls and the Rolling Stones on vinyl. Her father always said, "read books, and your words will flow like rivers." 

So she read, and read some more. The Bhagavad Gita, the Tropic of Cancer, Kafka's  Metamorphosis. She read about Andy Warhol's factory, and decided someday, she'd have a place like that of her own. 

Soon, she became the characters she read about in her books. Her personality split in two, she was this eternal light-being in babydoll dresses, but also this badass blonde in black. Blame it on the books, blame it on New York. She so badly wanted the world to swallow her whole. To cave in on her being and hold her in every indecision and experience. 

But maybe she lost touch with reality along the way. Psychosis. She cared little of money, trade, capitalism. These things were not a part of her external reality. Her world was in books, art, ideas, people and places. 

Yesterday in her diary she wrote, "I will never ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have is the places you've been and the things you've seen." 

xx 

lux babydoll dress by FETE

love angeles skirt by FETE

stud leather jacket by Nasty Gal

lingerie set by For Love & Lemons

photos by Jen Senn

flesh without blood

"You claw, you fight, you lose. Got a doll that looks just like you. Remember when we used to say, "i love you" almost every day. I saw the light in you, going out as I closed our window. You never liked me anyway. 

You hate, you bite, you lose. After all, I just don't like you. It's nice that you say you like me, but only conditionally. Your voice, it had the perfect glow, it got lost when you gave it up though, cause you want money, you want fame. 

And I don't see the light I saw in you before." 

harness by Vidakush

words by Grimes

photos by David Aronson

stars

The lavender moon, so heavy in the sky. And my hair is being pulled by the stars again. Everything I love, becomes everything I do. 

But angelbaby, you've got me feeling kind of blue. I wish I had done everything with you. And I try to excite myself, so I stay crazy. No one does it like you, and I fear that no life will ever be like this again. Your love kept me alive, and it made me insane. 

Your skin like velvet, your hair like butterflies. I want to touch every cell in your body, and make you cringe the way I did when you told me you didn't want me. 

But I guess a real lover doesn't discourage your growth. A real lover says, "I see who you are today and I can't wait to see who you will become tomorrow." 

If you want to find yourself, you must explore your dreams alone. You must grow at a slow pace, in a dark cocoon of loneliness, so you can fly like wings when you awaken. 

If you're looking for a dream girl, I'll never be your dream girl. 

xx 

white harness by VidaKush

sicily panty + bra by For Love & Lemons

cloud thigh-high boots by Dolls Kill

black lingerie set by Cantiq

photos by Daniel Rosenthal

make-up by Gina Frey 

black sun

The blackest sun, the blackest day. I will never, ever regret the things I've done. Because most days, all you have is the places in your memory that you can go. 

xx 

full look available on Vogos

photos by Christina Emilie

Mouthful of Diamonds

Wake up. You're getting high on your own supply. You've got a mouthful of diamonds and a chest full of secrets. You tell the truth, when you could of lied. 

And maybe when I'm smaller, I won't feel the need to get so high. But so much has happened in such a short amount of time. 

I could of gone easier on you. 

x 

swimsuits by WOW Couture

makeup + hair by Katy Ramirez

photos by Richard Cordero

Americana Blonde Collection

The day is finally here where you can shop my jewelry collection online!!!!! Lots of love, rock n roll, and hard work went into designing these rose gold pieces, so I really hope you all enjoy! The quality is insane and I'm looking forward to seeing some of your photos in them!! Just hashtag #AmericanaBlonde when you post so I can see how you style it! <3 

xx

rachel 

sweater weather

She's wearing last season's sweater, but I wore it last season better, (insert blonde girl emoji with one hand up here) 

<3

happy friday baby blondes!! Remember that monday my jewelry line drops! 

xx 

sweater from MLTD