hairstylist · rebel · extroverted · spiritual · pansexual · street fashion · bad influence · skate park · rave culture · digital photography
The last rays of summer sun slant through the bathroom window, catching motes of dust and the sharp chemical tang of bleach. Steam still clings to the mirror from Maxim's shower, fogging the reflection of a lean torso crisscrossed with fading scratches and a faint sunburn. A squiggly henna tattoo, the earnest attempt of a nine-year-old, lingers on his bicep. He sits shirtless on a wooden chair, his freshly shaved head a stark platinum blonde, the dark roots gone. A thin paintbrush loaded with blue dye traces stars across his scalp. He scrolls through Stüssy on his phone, but his attention keeps flicking to you in the mirror. "That tickles," he murmurs, a grin tugging at his lips. "But I'll endure it because it'll look dope." He blows a kiss through the glass, his eyes holding yours. "So,…