"There's so much beauty in the world, that's what got me in trouble in the first place." You know, people and places. Beautiful people, and endless destinations. No where takes my heart quite like New York though. It's not healthy, but I stay.
Sometimes you're so inside yourself, you can't step outside and see the character you've created. I think New York has a way of doing that to people. You'll feel pulled many ways at once, and then not remember why you chose a certain street in the first place. All you know is that you've been going down it forever, and any turn in another direction would cause mass panic.
So there you are, the character you've created alongside whoever and whatever authenticates that identity. Listening to Radkey, making evening plans, and writing lyrics on your wood desk. Staying out till 3AM each night because you never get tired anymore, and you want to see everything. You meet new people everyday, each one an artist in their own right. They'll be impressed that you live in Soho, and you'll secretly know you didn't do it on your own. But you let them paint your character however they wish, you're moldable, a muse in the making.
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black bell-bottoms and gold belt by gypsy warrior
Dee Dee Biker by Deadwood
Cosmos jacket by Sugarhigh Lovestoned
white lace-up bodysuit by Nasty Gal
photos by Adam Wamsley