i knew i didn’t want it five years ago,
when i met that long-haired music man downtown.
but i never did quite shake it from my spine til now.
my wild heart, finally set free.
excited to see where i go from here
x x
chelsea hotel no 2
raised by the wolves
new york city girls
no kind of girls like new york city girls <3
modern vice
the entire editorial for modern vice shot on 35mm
girl in red
g i r l i n r e d / g i r l o n f i r e
chelsea girl
who wants to be an angel?
a chelsea girl already has your heart before you’ve made it out the door.
you can’t buy the kind of laissez-faire these girls are born with.
many have wanted to bottle and sell it.
you never truly know who you are until you’re free,
a cheslea girl already knows this.
so walk out your door, and find somebody to love.
never love a cowgirl
new york or nowhere
alive in the grandiose nightfall, on a high between the sweet nothings.
she’s all energy and high cheekbones.
banana pudding and white wine.
yellow pushup bras and late night pasta from an aussie joint.
white fur left in the wreckage of an once great city, that never really fell in the first place.
it may oscillate between extremes, but it never falters.
just like her.
"no one ever got my soul right like he could"
to see between the thing you love and it’s potential.
to love something as it is and as it will be.
it’s an unlocked door, it’s an open heart.
it’s a freedom unlike any other my soul has known.
"you've been on a journey they can't see"
optimism is critical to our spiritual health. to believe deeply in what we do, to know our only job is to be a proper conduit for the message inside us.
sometimes, i wish i wasn’t born burning.
i’ve had an incessant need to create for as long as i can remember.
i know no other way.