It's midnight in the City of Angels and while decent citizens sleep the sleep of the righteous, Hollywood lounges are heaving with hard liquore ad the thick smoke of cigars. Outside, street posts cast shadows across the eroded pavement, rain drips from men's trench coats, and the femme fatale lures us into her world of crime and seduction. Appearance is everything. Beauty is a curse. Where decadence is juxtaposed with decaay...things are not what they seem.
Hollywood golden age meeting the vibe of the 90s, a reckless Angel resembling us of Kathryn Hepbourn and Courtney Love. The feeling of being in a Seventies movie, dusty smoky motels, hard sun and empty desolate roads. The wild child is dressed up with breezy bell sleeve dresses, denim cut-offs, lace up leather leggins and trasparent shirts. I'm thinking of Rumi and Erin, I love it.