Love come over my head. She swore love is never done. You won't see her shaken. For those who are not frightened by the solitude, everything will have a different taste. You don't have to be wound so tight, smoking on the balcony. The city feeds her. And she wasn't the only one who felt fed by such strange and awful things. Locked inside herself. Her only concern as an artist, as a human being for that matter, was to shoot for some kind of perfection with grace, but all on her own terms. No one else's.
bodysuit by lee + lani
lace tights + fur jacket by Nasty Gal
Makeup by Brianna Moon
Hair by Kayla Valeria
photos by Brittanny Taylor