.....................Lace Up Your Boots.....................: November 2012

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Ride

I'm sure we've all heard of Lana Del Rey by now. But in case you haven't here's her newest music video that is a bit like a short film. I love this woman. She's been called a gangster Nancy Sinatra and I agree. To me she is perfect everytime.

I was in the winter of my life, and the men I met along the road were my only summer. At night I fell asleep with visions of my self dancing and laughing and crying with them. Three years down the line of being on an endless world tour, and my memories of them were the only things that sustained me, and my only real happy times. I was a singer, not a very popular one. I once had dreams of becoming a beautiful poet. But upon an unfortunate series of events I saw those dreams dashed and divided. Like a million stars in the night sky that I wished on over and over again. Sparkling and broken. But I didn’t really mind because I knew that it takes getting everything you ever wanted and then losing it to know what true freedom was. And when the people I used to know found out what I had been doing and how id been living they asked me why. But there’s no reason talking to people who have a home. They have no idea what its like to seek safety in other people. For a home to be wherever you lie your head. I was always an unusual girl. My mother told me I had a chameleon soul. No moral compass pointing due north. No fixed personality. Just an inner indecisiveness that was as wide and as wavering as the ocean. And if I said I didn’t plan for it to turn out this way id be lying. Because I was born to be the other woman. Who belonged to no one. Who belonged to everyone. Who had nothing. Who wanted everything. With a fire for every experience. And an obsession for freedom that terrified me to the point that I couldn’t even talk about. And pushed me to a nomadic point of madness that both dazzled and dizzied me. Every night I used to pray that I’d find my people. And finally I did, on the open road. We had nothing to lose, nothing to gain, nothing we desired anymore. Except to make our lives into a work of art. Live fast, die young, be wild and have fun. I believe in the country America used to be. I believe in the person I want to become. I believe in the freedom of the open road. And my motto is the same as ever. I believe in the kindness of strangers. And when I’m at war with myself I ride. I just ride. Who are you? Are you in touch with all of your darkest fantasies? Have you created a life for yourself where you can experience them? I have. I am fucking crazy. But I am free.

For Your Stems

Winter time means its time for pants. Here are some of my favorites i've added to my wish list lately. NastyGal never seems to disappoint. I just imagine all of these on top of my Jeffrey Campbells or my Docs. Perfect.