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?
It was lucky for me that most places in my hood are closed on Sunday, so I got to practice my pensive stare with little to no onlookers. *Stares deeply at nothing.* I hope you guys enjoy this ensemble, as it was my first stab at something more editorial. If you hate it, you can tell me so, too.