Dirty little secrets, Dirty little lies
It’s actually one of those mornings that I have at least 5 loads of laundry sitting on my bedroom floor. And if you’re anything like me, I air dry at least 75% of my laundry so that means my bedroom currently looks like an open air market in Instanbul with bohemian threads draping from every knob, hook and rod that can hold a hanger. It was last month that I stumbled across this sweet little laundromat in Crestline, California with my photographer. Not one counter had been changed since the 70’s (possibly a handful of dryers as well) and it even came equipped with a local resident that didn’t look up once from his newspaper despite my twirling obnoxiously around in a wheeled laundry basket. Wearing a dress from Femmebot Clothing I could literally live in, I pranced around this little pastel paradise without any actual laundry obligation and only doing activities my 10 year old self would be stoked to do.
“We love to cut you down to size,
We love dirty laundry.”
Tie Dye Mumu Femmebot Clothing / Cowboy Boots Vintage
Photography by Ashley Marie Myers