I don't exactly know what it is about those motorcycling, scruffy-bearded pieces of white trash that makes me love them so much...maybe it's the incredible camaraderie between the Sons or maybe it's the amazing actors...actually, it's probably just Charlie Hunnam's sexy ass looking like a trailer park version of Thor and my crush on Theo Rossi.
Anyway, this is what I would wear to Opie's funeral; plaid is pretty basic attire amongst the Sons and I shot this at night to add a dramatic, but somber mood to the photos to capture my feelings about his tragic exit. Poor bastard got beat to death in prison by some ever-so-problematic black people...it broke my little heart.
|It took forever to free-hand sculpt this V shape out of mostly MAC carbon. Fig jam lip butter.|
mesh leggings...American Apparel
shoes... Franco Sarto
R.I.P. Opie Winston...I can see your flowing, unwashed hair blowing in the wind as you ride away into Heaven.