I've already spilled it all about my love for My Moto and how it's served as armor for all my twenties. What I withheld were all the times that it, de facto, did serve as actual armor. A little like it is today.
You know, through it all,
my Brooklyn life,
and each year
in this crazy (very little) city,
I've gone through some highs, lows, and middle grounds that I sometimes don't talk about on here because after all, being a public diarist isn't the intention, but honesty and being fearless is, so..
It's less about the clothes, more about how they make you feel. Less about fashion, more about the foreplay that surrounds it. And, it's never been just about outfits, it has always been about experience.
Being a tough girl isn't all about the jacket, but it definitely works some magic. Don't you think?
Photos by Spencer Kohn