Smokers Outside the Hospital Doors



best comment below on youtube:
Natokowsky (2 weeks ago)
smokers outside..can't even look at a bloody girl without being arrested these days...bloody 1984 init? still they got a good tune out of it i suppose..flippin thought police.

lace leggings!!!



lovvvvvvvvvvvvvvvving lace leggings for this winter. they are easy - wear them with a white t-shirt and a long black cardi - and go! i want to get a pair of black doc martens too, to work with them. why not.

buy them at shopbop. Kova & T or I Heart Parisian.







THERE'S NOTHING YOU CAN'T DO




Yeah,
Yeah, Imma up at Brooklyn,
Now I'm down in Tribeca,
Right next to DeNiro,
But I'll be hood forever,
I'm the new Sinatra,
And since I made it here,
I can make it anywhere,
Yeah they love me everywhere,
I used to cop in Harlem,
All of my dominicanos
Right there up on Broadway,
Brought me back to that McDonalds,
Took it to my stash spot,
Five Sixty State Street,
Catch me in the kitchen like a simmons whipping pastry,
Cruising down 8th street,
Off white Lexus,
Driving so slow but BK is from Texas,
Me I'm up at Bedstuy,
Home of that boy Biggie,
Now I live on billboard,
And I brought my boys with me,
Say wat up to Ty Ty, still sipping Malta
Sitting courtside Knicks and Nets give me high fives,
N-gga I be spiked out, I can trip a referee,
Tell by my attitude that I most definitely from

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you cant do,
Now you're in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Lets hear it for New York, New York, New York

I made you hot n-gga,
Catch me at the X with OG at a Yankee game,
Sh-t I made the yankee hat more famous than a yankee can,
You should know I bleed Blue, but I aint a crip tho,
But I got a gang of n-ggas walking with my click though,
Welcome to the melting pot,
Corners where we selling rocks,
Afrika bambaataa sh-t,
Home of the hip hop,
Yellow cap, gypsy cap, dollar cab, holla back,
For foreigners it ain't fitted they forgot how to act,
8 million stories out there and their naked,
Cities is a pity half of yall wont make it,
Me I gotta plug a special and I got it made,
If Jesus payin LeBron, Im paying Dwayne Wade,
3 dice cee-lo
3 card marley,
Labor day parade, rest in peace Bob Marley,
Statue of Liberty, long live the World Trade,
Long live the king yo,
I'm from the empire state that's

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you cant do,
Now youre in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Let's hear it for New York, New York, New York
Welcome to the bright light..

Lights is blinding,
Girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick,
The side lines is blind with casualties,
Who sipping life casually, then gradually become worse,
Dont bite the apple Eve,
Caught up in the in crowd,
Now you're in-style,
And in the winter gets cold en vogue with your skin out,
The city of sin is a pity on a whim,
Good girls gone bad, the cities filled with them,
Mommy took a bus trip and now she got her bust out,
Everybody ride her, just like a bus route,
Hail Mary to the city you're a Virgin,
And Jesus cant save you life starts when the church ends,
Came here for school, graduated to the high life,
Ball players, rap stars, addicted to the limelight,
MDMA got you feeling like a champion,
The city never sleeps better slip you a Ambien

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you cant do,
Now you're in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Lets hear it for New York, New York, New York

One hand in the air for the big city,
Street lights, big dreams all looking pretty,
No place in the world that can compare,
Put your lighters in the air, everybody say yeaaahh
Come on, come, yeah

In New York,
Concrete jungle where dreams are made of,
There's nothing you can't do,
Now you're in New York,
These streets will make you feel brand new,
The lights will inspire you,
Lets hear it for New York, New York, New York

HSY AMAZ

Some amazing shots that Mr. H. Spencer Young took of me.



EVERY COCKTAIL PARTY SHOULD BE ERDEM

Don't you feel like life should just be a series of cocktail parties where all the women are wearing Erdem and talking effusively to brooding chin-scruffy men wearing plaid shirts and dirty-wash denim?

I know me too.