Waffles Girls Don’t Die
Black leggings, boots, colored hair, the casual fuck-you of someone who knows what they look like and doesn’t need validation. That’s what these Waffles Girls are actually about, if they’re about anything at all. Not a band. Not a company. Not a modeling agency, though some of them model. Just three women scattered across the map who’ve figured out how to exist with intention.
I talked to Bonez, Cassie, and Lovisa about what they do and who they are and whether any of it tracks. Bonez is metal down to the bone—Gojira, Dethklok, Metallica, the soundtrack to uncompromising. She’s got this matter-of-fact intensity that doesn’t require explanation. Cassie’s in Charlotte eating her way through life, watching foreign films, building an aesthetic around Beyoncé and Lil Wayne. Lovisa’s in Vancouver doing everything at once—dancing, eating, talking—because sitting still seems intolerable.
What you need to be a Waffles Girl is charisma, obviously. You have to be yourself. And you have to have what they called eier
—balls, basically, though the word has more weight in German. The guts to be weird in public without flinching.
They’re obsessed with Sky Ferreira the way you get obsessed with someone who represents how you want to live. Bonez describes her voice with an honesty that’s almost uncomfortable: the sound of a gospel-princess-angel-fuck.
Not trying to be clever. Just saying it. What they see in Sky is refusal—the willingness to push until people have to pay attention. That’s the template they’re working from.
The fashion interests track: tight black leggings, colored hair, androgyny that doesn’t perform innocence. Bonez admits to loving Miley’s Walmart line and immediately regrets being honest about it, but you can’t unhear something that true. They’re not chasing trends so much as thinking deliberately about what bodies signal.
Bonez wants to write about metal for Metal Hammer in London, or maybe be a pin-up model. Cassie jokes about marrying Lil Wayne and then divorcing him, winning the lottery if time allows—which is funny but tells you what she values. The riff, not the resolution. Lovisa said sushi
when asked about the future, which might be the truest answer anyone gave.
Cassie ended with one line: Waffles Girls Don’t Die.
Not a slogan. Just a fact. They’re not building anything meant to last. They’re just making marks while they feel like making them.