the punisher

          necklaces- vintage, little store in tokyo
          bracelets- random, downtown la
          rings- Target, vintage
          bodysuit- Sparkle & Fade UO
          vegan leather pants- Free People
          faux fur- Zara
          boots- Gee WaWa
          Rocco pony hair and leather duffel- Alexander Wang


             holy fuck. 
     i bought this bag months ago.  
     i wore it once! 
     i love it, but feel like a dick carrying it.  
     i love clothes, shoes, bags, jewelry- 
     i mean, i spend my own hard, earned, 
     money on these beautiful things but...
     when a bag costs as much as rent 
     it makes me feel flighty.  
     it's my own bullshit- 
     that i'm obviously half over- 
     but i needed to say it.
     i am getting over this complex.  
     shit, it is kind of hard not to 
     when you peep the damn fine integrity of this bag
     scroll up.
     the geography of this bag 
     turns me on
     pebbled veins and black glossy hair
     black on mother fucking black.
     hardware that will change your stride.
     i ain't gonna lie-the shit's heavy.
     heavy enough to ground this flighty bitch.