The recipe for the day was simple: a pile of lingerie, two deranged friends with matching silvery blue hair, the corner of Crystal’s dimly lit bedroom, Anne’s lipstick as red eyeshadow, the most delicious Brazilian food for lunch. I was going for that classic-white-comforter-black-lingerie-stripey-window-light-garlic-breath aesthetic but somehow it morphed into something else entirely, aided by my recent fixation with purple—probably a subconscious retaliation against my tendency for warm colors, a sudden desire to explore the line between kink and humor, and Crystal’s now-infamous finger hands. The finger hands sparked a revolution (at least to me) on Instagram; in one day the photo was reposted 8 times and my DM was filled with people wanting to collaborate. Such is the mysterious power of 2 girls and 28 fingers. Big shoutout to Anne for putting her head in between Crystal's legs at my whim and fancy, and thank you Crystal for allowing me to shoot your crotch. Y'all are the realest.