Tiger Stripes

Where are we?
Nowhere somewhere anywhere.

Behind abandoned buildings that plague this city like its wild cats.

This is what you wear when you have somewhere to be but time to kill…a party shirt a friend gave me. Work pants my mom bought me, and my old lady Merrel’s, clearance at Belk that make walking cushy and ok.


I realized I couldn’t hang out with friends in this, I believe I changed into a t-shirt after these photos were taken.

But still, for a moment, I was a girl overdressed who didn’t care.

Tiger stripes.

#rosetint #clothstories



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