The closest I’ve come is getting to steer when some friends and I chartered a 4-seater plane (with a pilot). I flew us in thrilling, dizzying circles over the Pacific. Then, my friends threatened to throw up.
Blouse, Romeo + Juliet Couture. Skirt, Jack BB Dakota. Belt, thrifted. Shoes, Aerosoles. Earrings, Aldo. Sunglasses, Girl Props. Bag, thrifted. Cuff, Target.
I’ve always thought the next best thing to being a pilot is dating one. Maybe Beefy will take up flying?
Photos by Beefy Muchacho