Blooming Season









When I booked the flight to Europe, the World Wide Web told me in confidence that it would be blooming season. But what the fuck did that even mean? And could it be an over-diagnosis like a cough on WebMD morphing into a cancer diagnosis? Oh, the internet. How I hate and love you. So I took my chances. I stepped foot into Amsterdam and was instantly welcomed with 50s to 60s weather, beautiful flowers like these hanging thingies and magnificent tulips which Amsterdam is very well-known for, and thus, a ton of allergies. I guess this also had one more perk: the perfect weather for sheer tops, distressed jeans, and the right amount of metal.

Visuals by Pedro Morales