🫧🫧POP UP🫧🫧 💄T-SHIRT SALE💄
🌌THIS WEEKEND🌌
These photos were taken as promo for @geminola_nyc vintage shop, Geminola 🪦, back in 2008. @lolakirke and I were the main models being that my mother was the owner. Most vintage clothing collectors love to collect anything old and pretty. So our home was overwhelmingly colorful, cluttered, quirky and completely dysfunctional. It was like living with a mad scientist, always tinkering away in their studio, building things then impulsively decontrusting it all and starting over. More of a concept than a home and thank fucking god. I’d much rather be surrounded by that energy than have sneakers strewn all over the hallway, a pathetic school pic dangling off the fridge or some fake wood, super effienct TV console. Need a surface? What the fuck for? Ashtrays, stash boxes and bowls of rings give so much more. Can’t reach the books on the ceiling? You weren’t gonna read anyway. And while I longed for a real duvet, I appreciated our over-dressed beds. Wrapped in worn down French linens, lace trimmings and satin, quilted bed spreads. One felt as if they were sleeping on a set. Sweet bird of youth. Streetcar. Baby doll. Anything Tennessee Williams. And who can say they went to sleep with their room looking one way and woke up with it looking another. But the very best part was the clothing. Growing up in a house that doubles as storage for dresses from the Victorian age to the 1970s was a ton of fun. My mother never called it “vintage.” It’s was clothing. Name the decade or who the fuck cares? I never had “nothing to wear.” So long as it was stealthily returned before dawn then alls well that ends well. But as time goes on the “more”mentality starts to shift to a “get rid of it” mindset.
Lucky for you she will be hosting one such venture this weekend. 🌟🌟A massive sale of clothing, furniture, jewelry, my collection of clothing items for vibrant youths @orphan_darling 🍼🍼and of course,
MY ENTIRE T-SHIRT COLLECTION.
Sat 12/9- Sun12/10
✨DM @geminola_nyc✨
for address and details.
🫧🫧POP UP🫧🫧 💄T-SHIRT SALE💄
🌌THIS WEEKEND🌌
These photos were taken as promo for @geminola_nyc vintage shop, Geminola 🪦, back in 2008. @lolakirke and I were the main models being that my mother was the owner. Most vintage clothing collectors love to collect anything old and pretty. So our home was overwhelmingly colorful, cluttered, quirky and completely dysfunctional. It was like living with a mad scientist, always tinkering away in their studio, building things then impulsively decontrusting it all and starting over. More of a concept than a home and thank fucking god. I’d much rather be surrounded by that energy than have sneakers strewn all over the hallway, a pathetic school pic dangling off the fridge or some fake wood, super effienct TV console. Need a surface? What the fuck for? Ashtrays, stash boxes and bowls of rings give so much more. Can’t reach the books on the ceiling? You weren’t gonna read anyway. And while I longed for a real duvet, I appreciated our over-dressed beds. Wrapped in worn down French linens, lace trimmings and satin, quilted bed spreads. One felt as if they were sleeping on a set. Sweet bird of youth. Streetcar. Baby doll. Anything Tennessee Williams. And who can say they went to sleep with their room looking one way and woke up with it looking another. But the very best part was the clothing. Growing up in a house that doubles as storage for dresses from the Victorian age to the 1970s was a ton of fun. My mother never called it “vintage.” It’s was clothing. Name the decade or who the fuck cares? I never had “nothing to wear.” So long as it was stealthily returned before dawn then alls well that ends well. But as time goes on the “more”mentality starts to shift to a “get rid of it” mindset.
Lucky for you she will be hosting one such venture this weekend. 🌟🌟A massive sale of clothing, furniture, jewelry, my collection of clothing items for vibrant youths @orphan_darling 🍼🍼and of course,
MY ENTIRE T-SHIRT COLLECTION.
Sat 12/9- Sun12/10
✨DM @geminola_nyc✨
for address and details.
🫧🫧POP UP🫧🫧 💄T-SHIRT SALE💄
🌌THIS WEEKEND🌌
These photos were taken as promo for @geminola_nyc vintage shop, Geminola 🪦, back in 2008. @lolakirke and I were the main models being that my mother was the owner. Most vintage clothing collectors love to collect anything old and pretty. So our home was overwhelmingly colorful, cluttered, quirky and completely dysfunctional. It was like living with a mad scientist, always tinkering away in their studio, building things then impulsively decontrusting it all and starting over. More of a concept than a home and thank fucking god. I’d much rather be surrounded by that energy than have sneakers strewn all over the hallway, a pathetic school pic dangling off the fridge or some fake wood, super effienct TV console. Need a surface? What the fuck for? Ashtrays, stash boxes and bowls of rings give so much more. Can’t reach the books on the ceiling? You weren’t gonna read anyway. And while I longed for a real duvet, I appreciated our over-dressed beds. Wrapped in worn down French linens, lace trimmings and satin, quilted bed spreads. One felt as if they were sleeping on a set. Sweet bird of youth. Streetcar. Baby doll. Anything Tennessee Williams. And who can say they went to sleep with their room looking one way and woke up with it looking another. But the very best part was the clothing. Growing up in a house that doubles as storage for dresses from the Victorian age to the 1970s was a ton of fun. My mother never called it “vintage.” It’s was clothing. Name the decade or who the fuck cares? I never had “nothing to wear.” So long as it was stealthily returned before dawn then alls well that ends well. But as time goes on the “more”mentality starts to shift to a “get rid of it” mindset.
Lucky for you she will be hosting one such venture this weekend. 🌟🌟A massive sale of clothing, furniture, jewelry, my collection of clothing items for vibrant youths @orphan_darling 🍼🍼and of course,
MY ENTIRE T-SHIRT COLLECTION.
Sat 12/9- Sun12/10
✨DM @geminola_nyc✨
for address and details.
🫧🫧POP UP🫧🫧 💄T-SHIRT SALE💄
🌌THIS WEEKEND🌌
These photos were taken as promo for @geminola_nyc vintage shop, Geminola 🪦, back in 2008. @lolakirke and I were the main models being that my mother was the owner. Most vintage clothing collectors love to collect anything old and pretty. So our home was overwhelmingly colorful, cluttered, quirky and completely dysfunctional. It was like living with a mad scientist, always tinkering away in their studio, building things then impulsively decontrusting it all and starting over. More of a concept than a home and thank fucking god. I’d much rather be surrounded by that energy than have sneakers strewn all over the hallway, a pathetic school pic dangling off the fridge or some fake wood, super effienct TV console. Need a surface? What the fuck for? Ashtrays, stash boxes and bowls of rings give so much more. Can’t reach the books on the ceiling? You weren’t gonna read anyway. And while I longed for a real duvet, I appreciated our over-dressed beds. Wrapped in worn down French linens, lace trimmings and satin, quilted bed spreads. One felt as if they were sleeping on a set. Sweet bird of youth. Streetcar. Baby doll. Anything Tennessee Williams. And who can say they went to sleep with their room looking one way and woke up with it looking another. But the very best part was the clothing. Growing up in a house that doubles as storage for dresses from the Victorian age to the 1970s was a ton of fun. My mother never called it “vintage.” It’s was clothing. Name the decade or who the fuck cares? I never had “nothing to wear.” So long as it was stealthily returned before dawn then alls well that ends well. But as time goes on the “more”mentality starts to shift to a “get rid of it” mindset.
Lucky for you she will be hosting one such venture this weekend. 🌟🌟A massive sale of clothing, furniture, jewelry, my collection of clothing items for vibrant youths @orphan_darling 🍼🍼and of course,
MY ENTIRE T-SHIRT COLLECTION.
Sat 12/9- Sun12/10
✨DM @geminola_nyc✨
for address and details.
🫧🫧POP UP🫧🫧 💄T-SHIRT SALE💄
🌌THIS WEEKEND🌌
These photos were taken as promo for @geminola_nyc vintage shop, Geminola 🪦, back in 2008. @lolakirke and I were the main models being that my mother was the owner. Most vintage clothing collectors love to collect anything old and pretty. So our home was overwhelmingly colorful, cluttered, quirky and completely dysfunctional. It was like living with a mad scientist, always tinkering away in their studio, building things then impulsively decontrusting it all and starting over. More of a concept than a home and thank fucking god. I’d much rather be surrounded by that energy than have sneakers strewn all over the hallway, a pathetic school pic dangling off the fridge or some fake wood, super effienct TV console. Need a surface? What the fuck for? Ashtrays, stash boxes and bowls of rings give so much more. Can’t reach the books on the ceiling? You weren’t gonna read anyway. And while I longed for a real duvet, I appreciated our over-dressed beds. Wrapped in worn down French linens, lace trimmings and satin, quilted bed spreads. One felt as if they were sleeping on a set. Sweet bird of youth. Streetcar. Baby doll. Anything Tennessee Williams. And who can say they went to sleep with their room looking one way and woke up with it looking another. But the very best part was the clothing. Growing up in a house that doubles as storage for dresses from the Victorian age to the 1970s was a ton of fun. My mother never called it “vintage.” It’s was clothing. Name the decade or who the fuck cares? I never had “nothing to wear.” So long as it was stealthily returned before dawn then alls well that ends well. But as time goes on the “more”mentality starts to shift to a “get rid of it” mindset.
Lucky for you she will be hosting one such venture this weekend. 🌟🌟A massive sale of clothing, furniture, jewelry, my collection of clothing items for vibrant youths @orphan_darling 🍼🍼and of course,
MY ENTIRE T-SHIRT COLLECTION.
Sat 12/9- Sun12/10
✨DM @geminola_nyc✨
for address and details.
🫧🫧POP UP🫧🫧 💄T-SHIRT SALE💄
🌌THIS WEEKEND🌌
These photos were taken as promo for @geminola_nyc vintage shop, Geminola 🪦, back in 2008. @lolakirke and I were the main models being that my mother was the owner. Most vintage clothing collectors love to collect anything old and pretty. So our home was overwhelmingly colorful, cluttered, quirky and completely dysfunctional. It was like living with a mad scientist, always tinkering away in their studio, building things then impulsively decontrusting it all and starting over. More of a concept than a home and thank fucking god. I’d much rather be surrounded by that energy than have sneakers strewn all over the hallway, a pathetic school pic dangling off the fridge or some fake wood, super effienct TV console. Need a surface? What the fuck for? Ashtrays, stash boxes and bowls of rings give so much more. Can’t reach the books on the ceiling? You weren’t gonna read anyway. And while I longed for a real duvet, I appreciated our over-dressed beds. Wrapped in worn down French linens, lace trimmings and satin, quilted bed spreads. One felt as if they were sleeping on a set. Sweet bird of youth. Streetcar. Baby doll. Anything Tennessee Williams. And who can say they went to sleep with their room looking one way and woke up with it looking another. But the very best part was the clothing. Growing up in a house that doubles as storage for dresses from the Victorian age to the 1970s was a ton of fun. My mother never called it “vintage.” It’s was clothing. Name the decade or who the fuck cares? I never had “nothing to wear.” So long as it was stealthily returned before dawn then alls well that ends well. But as time goes on the “more”mentality starts to shift to a “get rid of it” mindset.
Lucky for you she will be hosting one such venture this weekend. 🌟🌟A massive sale of clothing, furniture, jewelry, my collection of clothing items for vibrant youths @orphan_darling 🍼🍼and of course,
MY ENTIRE T-SHIRT COLLECTION.
Sat 12/9- Sun12/10
✨DM @geminola_nyc✨
for address and details.
🫧🫧POP UP🫧🫧 💄T-SHIRT SALE💄
🌌THIS WEEKEND🌌
These photos were taken as promo for @geminola_nyc vintage shop, Geminola 🪦, back in 2008. @lolakirke and I were the main models being that my mother was the owner. Most vintage clothing collectors love to collect anything old and pretty. So our home was overwhelmingly colorful, cluttered, quirky and completely dysfunctional. It was like living with a mad scientist, always tinkering away in their studio, building things then impulsively decontrusting it all and starting over. More of a concept than a home and thank fucking god. I’d much rather be surrounded by that energy than have sneakers strewn all over the hallway, a pathetic school pic dangling off the fridge or some fake wood, super effienct TV console. Need a surface? What the fuck for? Ashtrays, stash boxes and bowls of rings give so much more. Can’t reach the books on the ceiling? You weren’t gonna read anyway. And while I longed for a real duvet, I appreciated our over-dressed beds. Wrapped in worn down French linens, lace trimmings and satin, quilted bed spreads. One felt as if they were sleeping on a set. Sweet bird of youth. Streetcar. Baby doll. Anything Tennessee Williams. And who can say they went to sleep with their room looking one way and woke up with it looking another. But the very best part was the clothing. Growing up in a house that doubles as storage for dresses from the Victorian age to the 1970s was a ton of fun. My mother never called it “vintage.” It’s was clothing. Name the decade or who the fuck cares? I never had “nothing to wear.” So long as it was stealthily returned before dawn then alls well that ends well. But as time goes on the “more”mentality starts to shift to a “get rid of it” mindset.
Lucky for you she will be hosting one such venture this weekend. 🌟🌟A massive sale of clothing, furniture, jewelry, my collection of clothing items for vibrant youths @orphan_darling 🍼🍼and of course,
MY ENTIRE T-SHIRT COLLECTION.
Sat 12/9- Sun12/10
✨DM @geminola_nyc✨
for address and details.
🫧🫧POP UP🫧🫧 💄T-SHIRT SALE💄
🌌THIS WEEKEND🌌
These photos were taken as promo for @geminola_nyc vintage shop, Geminola 🪦, back in 2008. @lolakirke and I were the main models being that my mother was the owner. Most vintage clothing collectors love to collect anything old and pretty. So our home was overwhelmingly colorful, cluttered, quirky and completely dysfunctional. It was like living with a mad scientist, always tinkering away in their studio, building things then impulsively decontrusting it all and starting over. More of a concept than a home and thank fucking god. I’d much rather be surrounded by that energy than have sneakers strewn all over the hallway, a pathetic school pic dangling off the fridge or some fake wood, super effienct TV console. Need a surface? What the fuck for? Ashtrays, stash boxes and bowls of rings give so much more. Can’t reach the books on the ceiling? You weren’t gonna read anyway. And while I longed for a real duvet, I appreciated our over-dressed beds. Wrapped in worn down French linens, lace trimmings and satin, quilted bed spreads. One felt as if they were sleeping on a set. Sweet bird of youth. Streetcar. Baby doll. Anything Tennessee Williams. And who can say they went to sleep with their room looking one way and woke up with it looking another. But the very best part was the clothing. Growing up in a house that doubles as storage for dresses from the Victorian age to the 1970s was a ton of fun. My mother never called it “vintage.” It’s was clothing. Name the decade or who the fuck cares? I never had “nothing to wear.” So long as it was stealthily returned before dawn then alls well that ends well. But as time goes on the “more”mentality starts to shift to a “get rid of it” mindset.
Lucky for you she will be hosting one such venture this weekend. 🌟🌟A massive sale of clothing, furniture, jewelry, my collection of clothing items for vibrant youths @orphan_darling 🍼🍼and of course,
MY ENTIRE T-SHIRT COLLECTION.
Sat 12/9- Sun12/10
✨DM @geminola_nyc✨
for address and details.
🫧🫧POP UP🫧🫧 💄T-SHIRT SALE💄
🌌THIS WEEKEND🌌
These photos were taken as promo for @geminola_nyc vintage shop, Geminola 🪦, back in 2008. @lolakirke and I were the main models being that my mother was the owner. Most vintage clothing collectors love to collect anything old and pretty. So our home was overwhelmingly colorful, cluttered, quirky and completely dysfunctional. It was like living with a mad scientist, always tinkering away in their studio, building things then impulsively decontrusting it all and starting over. More of a concept than a home and thank fucking god. I’d much rather be surrounded by that energy than have sneakers strewn all over the hallway, a pathetic school pic dangling off the fridge or some fake wood, super effienct TV console. Need a surface? What the fuck for? Ashtrays, stash boxes and bowls of rings give so much more. Can’t reach the books on the ceiling? You weren’t gonna read anyway. And while I longed for a real duvet, I appreciated our over-dressed beds. Wrapped in worn down French linens, lace trimmings and satin, quilted bed spreads. One felt as if they were sleeping on a set. Sweet bird of youth. Streetcar. Baby doll. Anything Tennessee Williams. And who can say they went to sleep with their room looking one way and woke up with it looking another. But the very best part was the clothing. Growing up in a house that doubles as storage for dresses from the Victorian age to the 1970s was a ton of fun. My mother never called it “vintage.” It’s was clothing. Name the decade or who the fuck cares? I never had “nothing to wear.” So long as it was stealthily returned before dawn then alls well that ends well. But as time goes on the “more”mentality starts to shift to a “get rid of it” mindset.
Lucky for you she will be hosting one such venture this weekend. 🌟🌟A massive sale of clothing, furniture, jewelry, my collection of clothing items for vibrant youths @orphan_darling 🍼🍼and of course,
MY ENTIRE T-SHIRT COLLECTION.
Sat 12/9- Sun12/10
✨DM @geminola_nyc✨
for address and details.
🫧🫧POP UP🫧🫧 💄T-SHIRT SALE💄
🌌THIS WEEKEND🌌
These photos were taken as promo for @geminola_nyc vintage shop, Geminola 🪦, back in 2008. @lolakirke and I were the main models being that my mother was the owner. Most vintage clothing collectors love to collect anything old and pretty. So our home was overwhelmingly colorful, cluttered, quirky and completely dysfunctional. It was like living with a mad scientist, always tinkering away in their studio, building things then impulsively decontrusting it all and starting over. More of a concept than a home and thank fucking god. I’d much rather be surrounded by that energy than have sneakers strewn all over the hallway, a pathetic school pic dangling off the fridge or some fake wood, super effienct TV console. Need a surface? What the fuck for? Ashtrays, stash boxes and bowls of rings give so much more. Can’t reach the books on the ceiling? You weren’t gonna read anyway. And while I longed for a real duvet, I appreciated our over-dressed beds. Wrapped in worn down French linens, lace trimmings and satin, quilted bed spreads. One felt as if they were sleeping on a set. Sweet bird of youth. Streetcar. Baby doll. Anything Tennessee Williams. And who can say they went to sleep with their room looking one way and woke up with it looking another. But the very best part was the clothing. Growing up in a house that doubles as storage for dresses from the Victorian age to the 1970s was a ton of fun. My mother never called it “vintage.” It’s was clothing. Name the decade or who the fuck cares? I never had “nothing to wear.” So long as it was stealthily returned before dawn then alls well that ends well. But as time goes on the “more”mentality starts to shift to a “get rid of it” mindset.
Lucky for you she will be hosting one such venture this weekend. 🌟🌟A massive sale of clothing, furniture, jewelry, my collection of clothing items for vibrant youths @orphan_darling 🍼🍼and of course,
MY ENTIRE T-SHIRT COLLECTION.
Sat 12/9- Sun12/10
✨DM @geminola_nyc✨
for address and details.
Everyone knows Buck and no one knows where she came from. She goes to all the New York high society events, celebrity birthday parties, after parties and all the ones you missed out on. She’s been spotted on yachts in Saint Barth’s. Once she was found on the top deck in a lounge chair next to Barry Manilow, sweetly singing his songs to him. She’s crashed epic weddings all over Europe, often ending up with a room of her own and an invitation to stay as long as she likes. One such stay, with a Persian family of royal descent, was marked by a long game of backgammon against the father of the bride. There was money involved. Buck won. Her rent was covered for a year. Intrigue follows her like a trail of candy, dropped from a hole in her pocket. Who is she? How do you know her? Who are her parents? “They’re people dumb dumb!” She laughs. It’s a famous cackle that cuts through the loudest room, piercing and diverting like the song of a siren. Surviving on expensive leftovers, eaten out of a stranger’s fridge, she is accustomed to quality. Somewhere in the Hamptons, in a perfectly appointed bedroom, Buck is falling asleep to thoughts of the lovely rumors she’s heard about herself. She rubs her dirty feet on the cold, white sheets. Those remote controlled, black-out curtains truly do shield all the light.
📸 @andrewtess
💄 @missguynyc
💇🏻♀️ #seanbennett
Everyone knows Buck and no one knows where she came from. She goes to all the New York high society events, celebrity birthday parties, after parties and all the ones you missed out on. She’s been spotted on yachts in Saint Barth’s. Once she was found on the top deck in a lounge chair next to Barry Manilow, sweetly singing his songs to him. She’s crashed epic weddings all over Europe, often ending up with a room of her own and an invitation to stay as long as she likes. One such stay, with a Persian family of royal descent, was marked by a long game of backgammon against the father of the bride. There was money involved. Buck won. Her rent was covered for a year. Intrigue follows her like a trail of candy, dropped from a hole in her pocket. Who is she? How do you know her? Who are her parents? “They’re people dumb dumb!” She laughs. It’s a famous cackle that cuts through the loudest room, piercing and diverting like the song of a siren. Surviving on expensive leftovers, eaten out of a stranger’s fridge, she is accustomed to quality. Somewhere in the Hamptons, in a perfectly appointed bedroom, Buck is falling asleep to thoughts of the lovely rumors she’s heard about herself. She rubs her dirty feet on the cold, white sheets. Those remote controlled, black-out curtains truly do shield all the light.
📸 @andrewtess
💄 @missguynyc
💇🏻♀️ #seanbennett
Everyone knows Buck and no one knows where she came from. She goes to all the New York high society events, celebrity birthday parties, after parties and all the ones you missed out on. She’s been spotted on yachts in Saint Barth’s. Once she was found on the top deck in a lounge chair next to Barry Manilow, sweetly singing his songs to him. She’s crashed epic weddings all over Europe, often ending up with a room of her own and an invitation to stay as long as she likes. One such stay, with a Persian family of royal descent, was marked by a long game of backgammon against the father of the bride. There was money involved. Buck won. Her rent was covered for a year. Intrigue follows her like a trail of candy, dropped from a hole in her pocket. Who is she? How do you know her? Who are her parents? “They’re people dumb dumb!” She laughs. It’s a famous cackle that cuts through the loudest room, piercing and diverting like the song of a siren. Surviving on expensive leftovers, eaten out of a stranger’s fridge, she is accustomed to quality. Somewhere in the Hamptons, in a perfectly appointed bedroom, Buck is falling asleep to thoughts of the lovely rumors she’s heard about herself. She rubs her dirty feet on the cold, white sheets. Those remote controlled, black-out curtains truly do shield all the light.
📸 @andrewtess
💄 @missguynyc
💇🏻♀️ #seanbennett
Everyone knows Buck and no one knows where she came from. She goes to all the New York high society events, celebrity birthday parties, after parties and all the ones you missed out on. She’s been spotted on yachts in Saint Barth’s. Once she was found on the top deck in a lounge chair next to Barry Manilow, sweetly singing his songs to him. She’s crashed epic weddings all over Europe, often ending up with a room of her own and an invitation to stay as long as she likes. One such stay, with a Persian family of royal descent, was marked by a long game of backgammon against the father of the bride. There was money involved. Buck won. Her rent was covered for a year. Intrigue follows her like a trail of candy, dropped from a hole in her pocket. Who is she? How do you know her? Who are her parents? “They’re people dumb dumb!” She laughs. It’s a famous cackle that cuts through the loudest room, piercing and diverting like the song of a siren. Surviving on expensive leftovers, eaten out of a stranger’s fridge, she is accustomed to quality. Somewhere in the Hamptons, in a perfectly appointed bedroom, Buck is falling asleep to thoughts of the lovely rumors she’s heard about herself. She rubs her dirty feet on the cold, white sheets. Those remote controlled, black-out curtains truly do shield all the light.
📸 @andrewtess
💄 @missguynyc
💇🏻♀️ #seanbennett
Everyone knows Buck and no one knows where she came from. She goes to all the New York high society events, celebrity birthday parties, after parties and all the ones you missed out on. She’s been spotted on yachts in Saint Barth’s. Once she was found on the top deck in a lounge chair next to Barry Manilow, sweetly singing his songs to him. She’s crashed epic weddings all over Europe, often ending up with a room of her own and an invitation to stay as long as she likes. One such stay, with a Persian family of royal descent, was marked by a long game of backgammon against the father of the bride. There was money involved. Buck won. Her rent was covered for a year. Intrigue follows her like a trail of candy, dropped from a hole in her pocket. Who is she? How do you know her? Who are her parents? “They’re people dumb dumb!” She laughs. It’s a famous cackle that cuts through the loudest room, piercing and diverting like the song of a siren. Surviving on expensive leftovers, eaten out of a stranger’s fridge, she is accustomed to quality. Somewhere in the Hamptons, in a perfectly appointed bedroom, Buck is falling asleep to thoughts of the lovely rumors she’s heard about herself. She rubs her dirty feet on the cold, white sheets. Those remote controlled, black-out curtains truly do shield all the light.
📸 @andrewtess
💄 @missguynyc
💇🏻♀️ #seanbennett
Everyone knows Buck and no one knows where she came from. She goes to all the New York high society events, celebrity birthday parties, after parties and all the ones you missed out on. She’s been spotted on yachts in Saint Barth’s. Once she was found on the top deck in a lounge chair next to Barry Manilow, sweetly singing his songs to him. She’s crashed epic weddings all over Europe, often ending up with a room of her own and an invitation to stay as long as she likes. One such stay, with a Persian family of royal descent, was marked by a long game of backgammon against the father of the bride. There was money involved. Buck won. Her rent was covered for a year. Intrigue follows her like a trail of candy, dropped from a hole in her pocket. Who is she? How do you know her? Who are her parents? “They’re people dumb dumb!” She laughs. It’s a famous cackle that cuts through the loudest room, piercing and diverting like the song of a siren. Surviving on expensive leftovers, eaten out of a stranger’s fridge, she is accustomed to quality. Somewhere in the Hamptons, in a perfectly appointed bedroom, Buck is falling asleep to thoughts of the lovely rumors she’s heard about herself. She rubs her dirty feet on the cold, white sheets. Those remote controlled, black-out curtains truly do shield all the light.
📸 @andrewtess
💄 @missguynyc
💇🏻♀️ #seanbennett
School drop off is like being an abused chauffeur who also functions as a therapist to a patient who doesn’t want you to speak. Don’t tell me that getting tanked isn’t a form a of radical acceptance.
Did Steven Tyler and Bret Michaels have a baby? Or is this a pic of Greg Allman and Axl Rose photoshopped together?
Well they all look great in this T-shirt! If you’re DMing me about shirts, i will always mark things as sold in my stories. Then everything goes to archived stories. From the OLDER series here is what’s available:
Treasure chest
ET minis
Drew Barrymore ET
Mister Softee
This is a Bust
Daddy spoils me
My grandma loves me
*if anyone says anything mean about me you won’t get a shirt.
Did Steven Tyler and Bret Michaels have a baby? Or is this a pic of Greg Allman and Axl Rose photoshopped together?
Well they all look great in this T-shirt! If you’re DMing me about shirts, i will always mark things as sold in my stories. Then everything goes to archived stories. From the OLDER series here is what’s available:
Treasure chest
ET minis
Drew Barrymore ET
Mister Softee
This is a Bust
Daddy spoils me
My grandma loves me
*if anyone says anything mean about me you won’t get a shirt.
Did Steven Tyler and Bret Michaels have a baby? Or is this a pic of Greg Allman and Axl Rose photoshopped together?
Well they all look great in this T-shirt! If you’re DMing me about shirts, i will always mark things as sold in my stories. Then everything goes to archived stories. From the OLDER series here is what’s available:
Treasure chest
ET minis
Drew Barrymore ET
Mister Softee
This is a Bust
Daddy spoils me
My grandma loves me
*if anyone says anything mean about me you won’t get a shirt.
I have a nightie with Charles Boyer from Gaslight on it and it’s comforting to me. To know that he’s always with me. Keeping tabs. Making sure I feel crazy as a loon, that I can’t be trusted and that my mother was mad!
Goodnight. #charlesboyer #ingridbergman #gaslight
I have a nightie with Charles Boyer from Gaslight on it and it’s comforting to me. To know that he’s always with me. Keeping tabs. Making sure I feel crazy as a loon, that I can’t be trusted and that my mother was mad!
Goodnight. #charlesboyer #ingridbergman #gaslight
I have a nightie with Charles Boyer from Gaslight on it and it’s comforting to me. To know that he’s always with me. Keeping tabs. Making sure I feel crazy as a loon, that I can’t be trusted and that my mother was mad!
Goodnight. #charlesboyer #ingridbergman #gaslight
Completely forgot what I said so I’m excited for this one! I sat down with @emilymcelwreath_art to talk about art. No. Being an artist. Different.
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