January 18, 2016

Where you are going and where you are headed are in a way two different type of questions. The direction in which our lives move is, in a sense, unpredictable and uncontrollable. One day we’re king of the world, and the next day we back to the bottom. All we have is this hope in the idea of serendipity that we comfort ourselves with -- that everything happens for a reason, and for the better. 

Sometimes in our lives, we find ourselves pushing to go some place, thinking we’re headed somewhere but, that’s the thing with life, our thoughts often don’t guarantee us where we want to be. We just have to make the best of where we are and where we find ourselves, at all times.

Of all the places to shoot in this magical and highly envied city called New York, I don’t know why I always end up in alleys, construction areas, abandoned ATM corners - and now between scaffolding brackets. I guess something about the unfinished and unclaimed places where most people’s eyes get sore, appeal most to me.

So here I am, in my princess pink shoes, climbing these wall brackets in a pair of pants that disgusts my mother and a structured coat that I button to hide these ripped holes from her before I leave the house. I’m pretty weird this way, and it’s hilarious to think that some people think I take myself seriously. 

Coat: Aritzia (similar here and here) previously worn here.
Top: Banana Republic
Pants: Zara
Shoes: Miu Miu Pink Velvet Slip On also worn here.

Photos by Shun S.