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Follow me, follow me Only if you dare But, know this… Don’t question Just follow Or you might Just wander away To where… Nobody really knows But, that too is an adventure At least, So I’ve heard But, you see There are some who Don’t find their way back I wouldn’t like to see you lost So, Follow me, follow me But, It is all up to you We all have our roads To follow here, and everywhere between Dreams and reality

…like whispering secrets to the dead Model: Morgan Somewhere in NJ

the haunting of cait model: Cait Somewhere in NJ

FALL CHILDREN Ft. Brielle Morristown, NJ

I think I got everything that I’ll ever need, I’ll hide away misery and what’s left of me. Not afraid of change - just all the things I can’t keep.” ”Lost & Found” - Sleep On It

A year ago, I set out to one of our favorite cities around your anniversary. My thoughts were to find ways to let go while still trying to feel like I wasn’t letting go, if that makes any sense. I spent two nights and about 3 days there, walking around. Meeting people. Smoking a lot of weed. Going to all of our favorite spots, finding random places to snag a few minutes of rest. I fell in love with the city all over and I never felt alone. And it hit me, if I came out here to celebrate your life, to find a way to let go and still hold on — I started looking for new places. Going in my own directions, setting a new path. One of my own, but one that I know you’re still with me as I push forward. Today is 4 years. I don’t miss you any less. I still can’t find the words, in which, I should be getting used to by now. I just always feel like there’s so much to say and I’m sure there is but, in the long run - does it matter much? I’m at a point where I know I’ll never not be sad but, I can do more with it and I plan to. I can’t hold onto the sadness but, I can live for you and still do the things we always wanted to. I can still find inspiration in your words and from our conversations to keep me going in a better path. And, I think you’d want me to honor your life in taking chances and living my best life. These were shot in a random place I stumbled into while wandering around between 2-4am in Philadelphia. The balloons represent a tattoo idea I still haven’t gotten. Also, ever since I was younger, at funerals, it became a personal thing for me to always get a balloon and write messages on it to let go and send away to the sky at the end. I wanted to do my thing while also be somehow being more into it, Abby came out to help and we decided I should be both taking photos and in them as well. These photos mean a lot and I dont feel like I’m writing them any justice -or if I need to - but, I just wanted to take a second to throw it out there — you might not see or understand all the little things that made these images come to be, but there was a lot of thought and meaning into all of it. This was our city, now I go there by myself - but, I’m never really alone when I’m there unknowing to what adventures await me.

Chelsea’s Wonderland pt. I Model: Chelsea Chester, NJ

the red masque of death - Edgar Allan Poe Model: Morgan Morris, NJ

“At the time, my life just seemed too complete, and maybe we have to break everything to make something better out of ourselves. Only after disaster can we be resurrected. It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything. Nothing is static, everything is evolving, everything is falling apart. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.”

A CPR hosted event Newark, NJ Featuring //// Clothing: KACED clothing - Significant Problem - TAD clothing Live Artists: Hemp SGT / Erko Bandz / Self Curry / J.A. / 188 Blaze / Marcusariah /

“ The Summer Wind Was Always Our Song” - The Ataris Model: Melissa Hackettstown, NJ

Model: Abby Somewhere in Philadelphia

Candids from Mount Olive Carnival Turkey Brook park

To the times where I feel like nothing that I do really means anything or that none of it will ever really matter and I need to just disappear - I feel at home alone and lost in cities with nowhere to go, nowhere to be, no one to be. It’s some time after 2 in the morning and everything feels okay where I’m just a ghost among a bunch of strangers just going about their lives. Sometimes, it makes me see things clearly and other times — it just helps make those thoughts feel not so heavy — it’s okay to be lost. And maybe, this does matter — Maybe, I just don’t know it. Maybe, I just can’t see it.

Erko Bandz Manhattan, NYC @erkda7th1 //// Go: Listen

Model: Ana Hackettstown, NJ

I’ve had some extra time on my hands to dig through some old photos and edit ones that I never got to for whatever reason(s). I realized that I don’t really post too much of this kind of stuff as much anymore, which I decided is a little weird considering that I tend to do a lot of work like this. This set is just a small collection of some random outtakes, BTS and just hanging out shots.