She was in her sun-drenched city bedroom, eating watermelon and watching 7th Heaven. It's a noon wake-up call for a shoot in the East Village. Sipping from her watermelon with a blue swirl straw, she slurps the last hydrating drops as she heads over to her closet in pastel spirit.
She pulls leopards and glitter boots to the floor. She grabs her moon tee-shirt and stuffs it alongside everything else in her leopard Betsy Johnson bag. Star-nymph. All the roses in her house had died, but she promised to bring wine and flowers, so she grabbed the last french bottle that was in her fridge and ran out the door in search of the perfect roses.
She stopped by a small bodega in St. Marks and picked up a variety of colored flowers, because that's how she was feeling that day. Blues, oranges, and reds spilled from the top of her bag as she arrived at Emma's house.
They climbed the seven floor walk-up along with Brittanny and a few other stargirls. They threw their belongings everywhere -- flowers fell on top of Marc Jacbos bags that spilled over Jeffrey Campbell shoe boxes and wine glasses.
Stargirl turned on her magic for the camera. She tapped into her second chakra to release her sexual and creative energy. She felt the love energy of the day come in through her seventh chakra and saw the beauty of everyone around her. She never realized how much she needed the attention of others to confirm her own presence. The world was free to flow through her, like a wave. She was rain, there was no difference between her and the universe. She opened her heart to let new love in. She played dress up in moon clothes, the age of Aquarius. A giant aquarium on top of the city. Manhattan sea horses and starfish, born to swim and be wild. The sun began to blur, and the sky became pink. They laughed and the moon sang.
night owl lenon sweater by wildfox
star bra lost sweater by wildfox
i miss ny poolside tank dress by wildfox
blue moon shipwrecked crew tee by wildfox
photos by Brittanny Taylor