The trio posed for black and white shots with such soulful expression it's easy to discern their thoughts without them uttering a single word.
Oh, hey. I'm just going for a drive, which is a thing I do all the time. I'm always driving myself like a casual person who can't afford to hire a second human being to operate her vehicles… What's that? Oh yeah, I totally smoke cigarettes. Problem is, they make me really sweaty…? I'm not sure why. It's like, a thing I made a doctor's appointment for but never really followed up on, because I realized if I just wear underwear in the car and keep the windows rolled down, I can smoke as many of these as I want. They are very good. I love lighting them. I love holding them… What do you mean 'inhale'? Yeah, I know how to smoke a cigarette. *takes a pull through her left nostril* Delicious.
Oh, sup? Yeah, I found my phone. It was in the reptile house, LOL. I hung it on a railing while I was trying to speak parseltongue to a fat boa constrictor who turned out to just be a line of school children. So, duh, I need a smoke break. Can you hold my boobs for a sec? I don't want to drop them, but my cigarette is in my silver jean diaper. *pulls a cigarette out of her diaper* Fashion is my life.
Heyyyyy. Yeah, no, I'm ready to go whenever you are. These -- yeah, these are the pants I'm wearing to the funeral. No, I don't think they're 'inappropriate.' Can you actually just give me some space and let me finish my really good cigarette? I need it to relax and you're piling a lot of negativity on me right now… What do you mean I have to 'light it'? Look, I really don't appreciate the attitude. I know how a fucking cigarette works. Cigarettes are my favorite thing. I love them. *takes a bite of the cigarette* Needed that.
Amazing. Breathtaking. Transcendent. Fresh. Timeless. Bold. Savage. Yas. Mama. Werk.
A new era in fashion has dawned, boys and girls, and it is called 1993.