Posts Tagged ‘Rehab’

dusk

duskdusk

When desert nightfall comes, the mood changes. The sky dims and shadows overrun the landscape. All creatures with breath and a heartbeat shudder in fear or excitement, as they hear an unabated howl. She is ready.  It is time for Sam’s Pizza’s Indian food.

credits: rehab turtleneck dress, vintage hat, untitled socks, rachel comey penpal boots

white lines

Moustache Man said I never smile in my photos, so I hammed it up for him.  If he had to choose between me smelling like ham or trash he said he’d much prefer ham.

credits: rehab empty placket shirt, vpl turtle skirt, wacoal bra, premiata pumps