i feel the future. i feel a distant mobilization with disregard for rules, rhythm or order. i’ve said it before and i shall say again, how i just can’t get enough of pastel pink hair. powder pink, like cotton slicked, a sweetness of recall prancing through some wonderland. i’m held captive by the mood and obsessed with the overtly geometric balance of confusion that each shot plays. punked rock and roll volume mixed with the finesse of subtle sophistication. it’s the soft knocked rough touch that will make you the bitch with the broken smile.
editorial courtesy of The Ones2Watch.