I think the contemporary girl has The Kooks on shuffle, a Tumblr app consuming most of the data on her iPhone, over fifty crop tops sorted by colour, season and mood, probably scared her mother three times this week alone (and it's only Monday), would like to join protest marches but all she can really do is Instagram it. She watches Twin Peaks and makes FU art on her laptop in between trying to adequately celebrate her friends, pursue whatever her dream could be and have a Starbucks.
She wears ironic statement jerseys and reads John Green and J.D. Salinger. She likes the way cigarettes feel but she knows better than to smoke it. Her jeans are pre-ripped and her plaid shirts have been every so carefully frayed at the hem.
But that just might be me. That's really just what's getting me turnt up right now in terms of photography and fashion. Hopefully I can rope one of my friends (see, I've been doing a lot of persuading, haggling and bamboozling lately) into turning my moods, motifs and shrines to life.
"But every song's like: gold teeth, Grey Goose, tripping in the bathroom, blood stains, ball gowns, trashing a hotel room... But everybody's like: crystal, Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece, jet planes, islands, tigers on a gold leash." Royals. Lorde, Pure Heroine.