Janina in an Elevator

I have a crush on a blogger I’ve never met. Her name is Janina. She runs Run Away From Home!, writes about her life as Germany’s self-described alternative supermodel in easy, unpretentious English, and posts photos of herself in elevators, on patches of grass, and pseudo-naked against cold bathroom tiles. She pulls all of it off hotter than any of the industry-groomed, Hello Kitty-bedroom hopefuls clogging up the fashion internet.

She’s nineteen, which is somehow both obvious and irrelevant. The blog has this specific energy—party excess posts sitting next to random magazine clippings, neither one justifying itself to the other. She’s not performing coolness so much as embodying it without noticing, which is the only way it ever actually works. Reading her makes me want to be a more honest blogger, or at least a more interesting one.

She’s also on Twitter and DeviantArt for the larger format work. I’ll be refreshing the blog like a man with no self-control.