Story

'Every day Lauren eagerly waited for a moment – this beautiful moment when the scarlet sun slid down the velvet sky and kissed the earth goodnight. Yes, every day Lauren gazed at LA sunsets and gained strength…  One afternoon, she found herself under a canopy of pastel trees and palms. Leaves swayed like little feet that frolicked below the branches and suddenly his voice echoed…   “My pretty girl, my sweet one. It is time, I suppose. But before I leave, I want you to always remember that you are as powerful as the sun. You burn anyone that tries to come close but you do...

'As the sun burned crimson bright, there she stood - like a colourful mirage against the bleached dunes. She was a desert tripper. The kind of girl who wandered across scorched earths... hoping, waiting to find herself again. She was ashamed of the drought that consumed her soul and she was told to yearn for more. She knew that all deserts hide a grand oasis somewhere. And just like thirst hallucinates water, the need to find beauty hallucinates a desire for an oasis.  So she navigated the seemingly empty space, with her beating heart as a compass, only to realise...

As she walked down the streets, she scattered her enemies. This was her prelude to anarchy. This was her shot to prove she was the symbol of resistance. She was a dangerous girl. And nothing was holding her back.  “Undermine their pompous authority”, she sung with heart and voice.    She caught your attention… she pulled you in, like the vixen she was. Piercing blue eyes, cheeks like wine. She was deadly, tough and shrewd.  She was never in the mood for demure skirts and flowy hems. She was dressed in rage. She stamped her black boots, lit a cigarette and gained control of everything.   

The wind was caressing her angel hair as she stood on the rooftop – her sanctuary. She went there to escape from the sin and chaos of New York.. She went there to forget about lovers, leavers and searchers.  Who is she? You asked.. Her thoughts brewed darkly, her innocence slowly drowned in anarchy. Clothed in sunshine, restless in desire. She could change you, estrange you, hold you, drop you. Just because. She was tiptoeing around you, claiming her space. And you watched. You watched because she wanted something from you.  Perhaps, her angel voice hypnotized you. Rainbow glares, magic dreams, kaleidoscopic views. Are you watching? Closely. Her reality is as real as her fantasy. She had you under her thumb.  She looked at you with those siren eyes and you...