photos by Colin Sokol
Enjoying a weirdo Mad Max moment in a yawning expanse of spiky things and probably snakes. I love when I do things that, in retrospect, would have been bettered with the casual use of a monster truck and like, an antique diving helmet. Ie. everything, ergo that sentence has no meaning. Sorry, it’s late. But I do love a solid leather bustier, that much I know.