coachella part 1

Lights fight for my attention, an acid rain of lasers washing over me, pinching my pupils, hypnotising me with sensory overload. Music courses through my veins, my heart pumping a rhythm in time with this insanity, this energetic monster, this freight train. The pace quickens, and I rush to meet it. From so far away on that nebulous cloud, it comes faster and faster, a quickening I could never be ready for. And at this moment the explosion occurs- first my eyes, a burning screaming banshee trying to get out. I squeeze them tight and she travels to my chest, caged, fighting for a way out. And this prisoner incarcerated within this bony cell will not rest.

Photographs and words by Cherry.

balloons and champagne

Let's party. And to that pretty lady, Happy Birthday. x

Photographs by Cherry.

venice

I'm back baby, I'm back.

Photography by Cherry.

keyhole

There's a keyhole inside my head, I've always wanted to turn the key, hear that metal click unlock, push that heavy door open and see what's on the other side. Maybe one day I will.

Photographs by Cherry.

the island

Photographs by Cherry.

jones

We're all Indianas

searching for the grail

but I've thrown away the map

cause I'm blazing my own trail.

Photographs by Cherry.