sugar + spice

It's 1975, and her world glows.
Saffron is daydreaming in a secret loft.

 She was born under the a bright star, and craves light: a daughter of the Earth, yet somehow more a being of the Sun. She was birthed, and called Saffron, and for the most part left to her own devices. Her mother was a transient soul, and brought the baby to her wealthy, aloof mother for some stability.

Saffron grew up living in a self-dreamed world of magic. The walls of her grandmother's manor house crush her; cavernous and cold, seeping gloom from every crack, even in the full light of Day. Scared of the house ever since she could remember, and pining for sunlight, she took to wandering the surrounding meadows and tiny village nearby in her wild patterns and vibrant colors.

She's a ghost, an in-between.
Her favorite place is a carpeted, yellow-curtained loft, at the top of a spiral staircase.
It was originally a wood-paneled storage area for leafy plants in cold weather, but the little shop that took care of the plants shut down, and just left everything. When she stumbled onto the loft, Saffron fell in love with the glowing room. She nursed each of the wilted plants back to life, and began to spend all her time reading and daydreaming in her hideout.

xx
The Pulp Girls

babes in arms

if you listen closely you can hear it. 

there's a hum, a buzz, that's growing louder and stronger as we speak.

it's the humming vibrations of the youth cult of babes in arms taking over the world one wink and smirk at a time.

they come sporting smiles, and colored strands of wavy hair and petaled crowns of pastel confection.

tbey're taking over the grocery stores, rooftops, thrift shops, carnivals and arcades.

they decorate their arms with fuzzy stickers and temporary tattoos wearing retro-fied dream-green flowered pantsuits, navy polka-dotted frocks with exaggerated collars and patent leather covered completely in gold sparkling sequin delight.

they'll freeze your glance with their cool, galactic stares, flicked with black cat-eyed liner and curled lashes.

you won't be able to look away... but then again who would want to...

next time you see them be sure to keep those stars in your eyes.

xx

the pulp girls

regina + lacey, fearless foxes

 

Regina and Lacey are two of those girls that you just know better than to ever mess with. They stomp around town with free-flowing tresses and black lacquered lips, smoking hand-rolled cigs and chasing the skater-boys off of 'their' territory. Amongst the two of them, they have a vast collection of beaded chokers, handmade patches, and midriff baring shirts aplenty. They rule the school in style with their spikes and layered chains and baby-doll eyeliner.

The girls met while each planning an elaborate revenge scheme on their unfaithful boyfriends only to find out that each other was the 'other woman'. So they kicked the dead-beat to the road and figured that a lasting friendship was bound to happen and so much more worth it than dull drama with some teen-aged loser. We all know most 'normal' people have problems with those with fearless personalities and confident, forward fashion choices but somehow, despite all the rumors that rampantly plague the school halls, these two babe-a-licious bffs just do what they want, answering to no-one, and having the blast of a lifetime while doing it.

stick with the bad ass babes for life!

xx

the pulp girls

cardine, the dream rebel

Cardine is a 17-year-old rebellious youth who won't appear without her trademark thick, black cat-eye lines or her signature silky, teal curls neatly pinned up. You'll hardly see her in math class or the cafeteria because she's got other plans. Other plans that the average, squared-out teen kid just wouldn't understand. She's got no need for any silly boy, be it a punk or a jock, because they take up too much time and flirting is sure to hold her back. See, Cardine wants to be a badass, no-good, drop-out rockstar. But she's a smart girl and totally knows that dropping out's no good, so she simply tunes out of the daily lecture hall and dreams on a scale that we could only hope to imagine.

Smacking her perfect, cherry-red stained lips at herself in the bathroom mirror, she casts you a side glance while you're rinsing the soap off of your palms and it sends shivers of fear down your spine. But you can't help but feel that fright mix with admiration; for that sheer, cool glare she stares has a rare kind of intensity. An intensity that her blue, crystilized eyes can deliver with unmistakable aim. It delivers, spot on, the proof that Cardine's breed is an unforgettable one.

stay cool, cats.

xx

the pulp girls