The usual suspects: braless and surrounded by smut. If you’ve ever come across my Raya profile, you’ll read that I am a, “New Yorker to the bone”. With that said, queue the dirty tires and grease covered rims. As I pose eloquently at my neighborhood auto repair center, I can only wonder, “Is my new H&M Studio skirt photographing well?” I paired the silky fringe with a vintage tank and Western booties, gel-slick hair and big gold earrings.
The look is always, and forever will be, high fashion meets grunge. I piled on a crepe biker jacket, that merely served as an ornament. However, my box-bag was there to steal your attention. Also, is it just me or do you guys think of The Sixth Sense whenever you see pops of red?[pipdig_left]