This is my modern take of the classic iconic flapper.
All dolled up, wondering and waltzing around the art
deco inspired staircase and through the forest
finding my inner flapper,
showing off my great gams,
and reading F. Scott Fitzgeralds, The Great Gatsby.
I was looking for Louis Brooks while leaning against
the ledge and looking out in the horizon.
Im tremendously inspired by the Flappers of the
1920s.
They drank
they smoked ciggys,
they made mad whoopee and inspired women to think
and lose those inhibitions that society tried to force
them to fallow.
They were the cats meow and the bees knees.
This is my tribute to the original SuicideGirls of their
time.