I can't catch my breath...
This shoot is oh so Virgin Suicides meets 60s suburban
teen bored over the summer
(yes...that is kind of one in the same, i know)
meets a million tablespoons of lovely.
She has grown into a sincerely interesting teen and has managed to magically escaped the typical staleness that has washed over some other teens of today that would be labeled average.
Going from rapping about her love for Rei to front row at Fashion Week to dominating her sector, all with a refreshingly honest lens and Granny-garb.
Oyster Magazine did a hands down
friggin awesome job with this