by Rachel Lynch
One night of magic rush
The start of simple touch
One night to push and scream
And then relief
Ten days of perfect tunes
The colors red and blue
We had a promise made
We were in love
ruby underwire bralette by For Love + Lemons
ruby lace thong by For Love + Lemons
photos by Kiara Jade
by Rachel Lynch
It's a gorgeous mix of words and tricks. It's a Saturday night. Red wine and good vibes before heading to the Ace. Squeezing teddy bears and rolling around on the apartment floor, listening to Crush Songs by Karen O. I'm staying over at yours tonight. I live out the characters I find in books. I think you do the same.
Around midnight you looked up at the stars, as if in that moment you saw their infinite complexity for what it was. They have spent so much time above the world, and I have spent so much time, here, with you.
xo
Ruby Applique Bralette by For Love and Lemons
Ruby Lace Thong by For Love and Lemons
photos by Kiara Jade
art by David Aronson
by Rachel Lynch
Where will I find the inspiration to fall in love again. Listening to crush songs by Karen O. She sings of lovers left in New York City, how she wants her baby so much closer. I want a rock n roll love. I want pink petals falling to the floor drenched in whiskey after a long night.
I watch your convictions, voice like cake. Your goal was to make art without getting too self-conscious about making it. Of course, I wanted the same thing. Easier said. You missed some crazy conversations. You asked me what my art meant to me. And I told you that my life is just a mix of everything I find wonderful.
Romance was born. You said, "To create art means to be crazy alone forever." I knew you were quoting Bukowski. You bought me roses, I told you there are over 60 different kinds. How do you choose one, does each have a different sentiment?
In the song, "Skip Tracer," the Sonic Youth said, "LA is more confusing then anywhere I've ever been." Well, your arms are the most intense place I've ever been. The feeling of having you and the fear of losing you all wrapped into one. I have never felt so complete but fearful of the end all at once. It crashes like a wave but never mellows.
Perhaps I imposed on you a dream, a fantasy. After all, my whole existence is merely that.
x
blah blah blah baggy beach jumper by Wildfox
lip service sunglasses by Wildfox
ellie thong by For Love and Lemons
elie bralette by For Love and Lemons
demelza bra by agent provocateur
demelza suspender black by agent provocateur
makeup by Ashley Rae
photos by Jen Senn
by Rachel Lynch
It's very much winter in NYC, but I'm doing my best to supplement thigh-highs for pants. It's not a 100% foolproof method for warmth, but I'm making do. Anything to avoid the mundane combos of simply dressing for warmth.
My leather jacket is by the Arrivals, and actually one of the warmest pieces I've ever worn. When I wear it on the subway, I feel dressed for winter battle.
My cross-body bag, cropped rolling stoner tee, and snakeskin shorts are all from Gypsy Warrior. They've got a super-cool rock n roll vibe to their collection going on right now, and I'll be doing a very special shoot for it this Wednesday!
Looking forward to sharing so much special stuff with you guys this week, then on Friday I'm off to Wyoming!
adventure awaits
xx
photos by Bri Elledge
by Rachel Lynch
“And that is all she ever wanted, for someone to understand her while she was out making sense of her soul and the handful of flowers blooming from the top of her skull.” –R.M Drake
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heart beats jacket by Gypsy Warrior
bruce tee by Gypsy Warrior
leather jacket by The Arrivals
photos by Bri Elledge
by Rachel Lynch
I guess I'm in that place with art and life where I'm just waiting to hear what my music is. Maybe I've already touched my music, maybe I'm morphing into it's sounds.
I can see that we all came here with music in us, but the world crushes us when we open our mouths to sing. So we slip silently into the day, doing what we're told to do.
I have never wanted to be quiet, I was not born to be quiet. I am a loud spirit of sound with many colors vibrating within. I started making my art very young, because it was simply what I had to do. That is the difference with the artist, they have to create. There is frankly, no other choice.
x
heart beats jacket by Gypsy Warrior
Bruce Springsteen tee by Gypsy Warrior
hat by UNIF
photos by Svetlana Blasucci
by Rachel Lynch
Sit down beside me, let the music play and stare up into the night sky. Sonic youth. If you tame me, we will need each other. I'll no longer be floating in New York alone, one with the long rows of city streets at night. I'm a wanderer, and I always float back to that state of being. I break all the rules, and everyone else is just forced to watch. Stranded and strange.
Yet, no matter how lost I may feel in the evening, art has always given me direction, even when sometimes I feel I am floating.
x
by Rachel Lynch
The only memories I have left from the nights at the Chelsea Hotel, are your lips touching mine in a photobooth. Waking up to a pack of parliaments adjacent to the nightstand, and beginning the day on the fire escape, laying a blanket down and drinking cheap coffee. It wasn't the time of documenting everything, so I have nothing. No visual representations to show what a creative life we lived, how young I was, or how much I cared.
But I guess now, it's all in my head. A mix of visuals and smells. My memories are little clips of images like those from a photobooth. But pack a change of clothes, cause it's time to move on.
x
Wren + Glory now available on Nasty Gal
photos by Matt XIV
by Rachel Lynch
Hanging out behind the club on the weekend
Acting stupid, getting drunk with my best friends
I couldn't wait for the summer and the Warped Tour
I remember it's the first time that I saw her there
She's getting kicked out of school 'cause she's failing
I'm kinda nervous, 'cause I think all her friends hate me
She's the one, she'll always be there
She took my hand and I made it I swear
Because I fell in love with the girl at the rock show
She said, "What?" and I told her that I didn't know
She's so cool, gonna sneak in through her window
Everything's better when she's around
I can't wait 'til her parents go out of town
I fell in love with the girl at the rock show
When we said we were gonna move to Vegas
I remember the look her mother gave us
17 without a purpose or direction
We don't owe anyone a fucking explanation
harnesses by Teale Coco
black lingerie set by Nasty Gal
photos by Jonathan Fasulo
by Rachel Lynch
I came across pictures I tried to forget yesterday. Am I the sum character of my experiences or a character derived from who I dream myself to be?
There's no blame, for how our love did slowly fade. Did you want me to be more wonderful? Because I think I wanted that of you.
Despite everything, we couldn't seem to stay out of each other's lives.
Sometimes, I think on some level, we know the person we are going to be in our lives. We know the souls we match with, and the ones we don't. And the one's we don't, teach us the most about ourselves. Your soulmate from a universal perspective could be your worst enemy. They are the ones who teach you that you haven't mastered yourself yet.
"An artist? What if you fail?"
You see, it never occurred to me, I could fail. For you, it was all you conceptualize. The very palpable risk of failure was never real to me. For you, it was everything. It's why I chose a different life than you, why our paths traversed, and separated back again. In a meditation, I left the crystal paved trail through the woods, and drifted into the unknown. You have only ever walked the path, therefore we could never walk together perpetually.
Everyone's afraid of their own life, and no one really knows the one's they love. Myself included. My lover is a stranger.
But what I have come to learn in these past few months, is that art is a process. It is play, and it is failure. It is new experiences and new people. It is outside my comfort zone, and it is grander than my ideals.
Everything derives from an idea, and details matter. The lo-fi glamour of it all.
I'm just glad I was born into this dimension to contemplate it.
tee-shirt + white fur by Gypsy Warrior
leather jackets by The Arrivals
rings by The 2 Bandits
photographed by Jamie Schultz