Lullaby, let it fly. Hearts on fire, little nightmare lolita. I spend my days telling love stories that I lived in Los Angeles. You make me want to burn in the sun. She had known happiness, it light through her like the dusk. The sun falls back into the sky and you're way beyond the waves. The blue fell out of the sea and the sun came down in billows of lemons. She tasted the sky, and it was enough.
AS IF sweater by Wildfox Couture
Granny sunglasses by Wildfox Couture
sunhat by American Apparel
human alien shoes by Jeffrey Campbell
photos by Sh0oka