Backstage At Los Angeles Fashion Week
I tear the shirt off a man covered in body shimmer foundation
He has the abs of Titan and a perfect face like a Calvin Klein model
Her: LET'S GO GUYS! GO GO GO! DON'T FORGET YOUR ACCESSORIES! LINE UP HERE!
It's a flurry of nude thongs, vintage boots, photographers taking photos of Anthony Kiedis kissing supermodels on the cheek, round makeup light bulbs, models comparing carrot cleanses, and a woman in a dramatic green fur stole giving me LA survival advice.
this madness, my home
He has the abs of Titan and a perfect face like a Calvin Klein model
Her: LET'S GO GUYS! GO GO GO! DON'T FORGET YOUR ACCESSORIES! LINE UP HERE!
It's a flurry of nude thongs, vintage boots, photographers taking photos of Anthony Kiedis kissing supermodels on the cheek, round makeup light bulbs, models comparing carrot cleanses, and a woman in a dramatic green fur stole giving me LA survival advice.
this madness, my home
American Lesbian History
*Los Angeles*
-second year of Fashion School at FIDM, American history class-
Professor: Turn to chapter 5 for the civil war and refer to page 2 of your notes......
*his voice blurs out for what is maybe a milisecond, maybe a couple minutes*
She has long flowy hair like Jasmin from Aladdin and tiny beautiful bone structure like a ballet dancer. Once in pattern drafting class she leaned over to me and whispered, "Your hair is so nice, like a cloud!" into my ear. She looked straight into my eyes like she could see my soul and touched it with her left hand.
I'm shot into reality by my friend:
Him: That's not what you want. She's a total Princess. I know her.
-second year of Fashion School at FIDM, American history class-
Professor: Turn to chapter 5 for the civil war and refer to page 2 of your notes......
*his voice blurs out for what is maybe a milisecond, maybe a couple minutes*
She has long flowy hair like Jasmin from Aladdin and tiny beautiful bone structure like a ballet dancer. Once in pattern drafting class she leaned over to me and whispered, "Your hair is so nice, like a cloud!" into my ear. She looked straight into my eyes like she could see my soul and touched it with her left hand.
I'm shot into reality by my friend:
Him: That's not what you want. She's a total Princess. I know her.
Not a princess, she's a goddess.