THE ROCK MUSE

Lily Aldridge photographed by David Roemer for S Moda, 194 edition.

If I were a rock star, this is precisely the kind of style and attitude I’d personify. Lily’s apotheosis of a glam rocker feels so on point for me. It is the kind I would daydream about being as a child, dancing about in my mothers black snakeskin heels, singing into my pink comb with fervour. Woodstock vibes fused with Debbie Harry’s punk nature, that was what I wanted to emanate. Obviously my heart and imagination have been captured by the nostalgic resplendence of Lily’s embodiment. These are the kind of images I adore and muse over; the ones that trigger forgotten yearnings. The kind that perfectly animate my grey matter, impregnating all thoughts with invaluable ideas. Tell me, are you not as fixated with this as I? If not for the styling then the alluring storyline itself? Because we all wanted to be some kind of musical God at some point in our lives no?

I can practically envision my day as a rock ‘n’ roller. Mid-morning meetings at the studio; listening to recordings and samples over warm cups of coffee laced with dark rum. Escaping out the fire escape with my tattooed lover, only to send him back to the studio for some alone time. Using that moment to reflect and admire those gloriously gloomy New York streets below. Hypnotised by the sultry dance of smoke wafting up from a subway vent across the road. Ideas flow which make me eager to return back to the studio. I spend the next few hours jamming with my band, manifesting that tune into the reality. And after an enjoyable day of creativity, we ride off into the sunset on the back of my loves Harley. Dinner and drinks, followed by more drinks back at my Soho pad.

Oh to be a rock star.

-Sxx

via honestly wtf

sonia // daring coco

metaphoric love child of debbie harry and stevie nicks. weaver of words. infatuated with shoes.

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