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Daisy Jones & The Six Masterlist

Graham Dunne

Along for the Ride (request)

The groupie scene was a defining movement of the 70's—and a monumental part of Graham's life (interview format)

Moving Forward (request)

After Graham discovers your self destructive habits, he offers you help—but you can't take him up on it (different perspective/format of "Along for the ride")

A Toast to the Bride and Groom

During your wedding reception, you're touched by the things the band has to say.

Another Love (request)

You've loved Graham Dunne for your whole life—but you come to find out that not all love is requited.

Angel of my Eyes (request)

After finding out that you're the inspiration for Graham's song, you decide to give him a chance.

Eddie Roundtree

Relationship Headcannons/Timeline

A timeline from when you met Eddie down to the two of you growing old together

Girl, Put Your Records On

After meeting Eddie through your dad, the two of you begin a whirlwind romance, full of highs and lows

Another Love: Part One | Part Two | Part Three

After Graham breaks your heart, you find yourselves in the arms of his bandmate, Eddie Roundtree.

Surprise

After a concert ends with a fueding Eddie and Billy, you manage to calm him down.

Last Forever (request)

You and Eddie finally reveal your true feelings for each other—after five years of pining.

Marriage Headcannons (request)

A list of headcannons about being married to everybody's favorite bassist

Warren Rojas

Relationship Headcannons/Timeline

A timeline of when you and Warren met down to the two of you growing old together

Rojas

Warren leaves for LA with one promise: that he'll come back for you—and he means every word.

West Coast (request)

You've made a name for yourself in LA; your main goal to support young plus-sized girls like yourself. During an interview, you meet another up and coming band.

Jealousy, Jealousy (request)

After Warren witnesses you filming an intimate scene with your costar on set, you realize just how jealous he is—and how much he loves you

Perfect (request)

When you come down with a cold, Warren does his best to take care of you.

The Alternative (request)

During The Dunne's Houseparty, you and Warren get high and talk about life.

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joe keery making everyone foam at the mouth by simply pushing the hair out of his face (the power he has over me…IM WEAK)

gif credits to: @pixiekeery (gif 2), @wrestless-waves (gif 3), @stevexharringtonx (gif 7 and 9), @eddielove (gif 6), @gothsugarwhore (gif 1), @charlie-hunnam (gif 5)

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User eddielove has reposted your work just fyi

Thanks for the heads up!

I have asked @eddielove to take it down, as I don’t appreciate reposts, so I’m hoping they see that message and take it down.

PSA to anyone out there…

There’s no need to repost when the reblog button is right there.

Thanks, x

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Marty's Collection of Tunes in 1962 No. 1 - December 31, 2022

Marty’s Collection of Tunes in 1962 No. 1 – December 31, 2022

1962 Tunes No. 1 This is the 1st set of tunes from 1962. Enjoy. GeeAladdins (aka Alladins)I’m In LoveBlossomsIt Must Be LoveCrests, Johnny Maestro and theRemember ThenEarls, Larry Chance and theWhat’s Your NameDon and JuanLove You So BadEmpiresConey Island BabyExcellentsWhat A Petty Bride You’ll BeHi-Lites, Ronnie and theHey There Lonely GirlHolman, EddieLove MeHornets, Ben Iverson and the The…

[art-now-usa]

2 MNY COOX N TH KTXN, Eddie Love

This repurposed Victorian-style framed canvas was found on the side of the road near my new house in Nashville. I brought it home and worked on it tonite, Sunday 081416. It's a loose representation of the police brutality we continue to accept as a part of everyday life while also relating to the old saying "too many cooks in the kitchen" - which is applicable to anything from politics to family vacations to rock bands. Hanging hardware is included.

https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-2-MNY-COOX-N-TH-KTXN/351018/3132928/view

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[lovrsco]

LOVRS daily art inspiration, Louis Edward Love V - Friendly Fire. #lovrs #wearelovrs #eddielove #art #artsy #artdaily #instaart #artstagram #artbasel #fineart #artlovers #artcollectors #collageart #visualart #abstractart #contemporaryart #expressionism #modernism #popart #digitalart #typography #streetart #gallerywall #sculptor #illustration #photography #culture #stayhome https://www.instagram.com/p/B-lI_K3DBwm/?igshid=1u32537n857rd

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Massive shout out to @eddieloveshouse He officially launched his new online syndication radio show. Follow him on IG, Facebook and Twitter for more details. 🔊🎙️🎵🎧 I am so honored to have been hand-picked to join the Love's House imaging team. We're working. WE'RE LIVE!!! We see you, 2019. We're ready for ALL the blessings. #eddieloveshouse #loveshouse #comehome #eddielove #radio #media #international #live #infotainment #voice #talent #imaging https://www.instagram.com/p/BsoO-YWgAKj/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=vo82p92jz5cx

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Ebullient Eddie

Love this today from Twitter @RedmayneAddict: “Effervescent. #EddieRedmayne.”

Indeed, he’s as bubbly as champagne. The purple tux adds to the festive mood, too.

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Thankyou my friend for this amazing gift❤ @eddielover 😍 choose you too #doubleexcess #tshirt #tshirts #woman #black #white #cool #pants #gift #happy #summer #2excess Per i curiosi andate a visitare www.doubleexcess.com #happyshopping ❤

[its-vannah]

To Love | Another Love Part Three | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

A/N: As of right now, this is the final part of this series unless I get requests asking for another installment. Thank you for all the support 💕

Warnings: Kissing, saying goodbye

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

You didn't see Eddie for nearly another year. It was hard, especially once you figured out what that feeling in your heart was. What had started off as a friendship had quickly become something more. The longer you were away from him, the more you realized your feelings for him.

While you may not have seen each other, the two of you did talk on the phone as much as possible. He told you about what was happening in LA, and you filled him in on life in Pittsburgh.

There were nights you fell asleep listening to the sound of his voice. You plugged your phone in by the bed so the cord wouldn't have to stretch so far just so you could talk to him longer.

Even when the two of you didn't have anything to talk about, you found something. Whether that was construction on The Strip or new animals in the zoo.

Hours would pass before one of you would have to hang up to get some sleep, even if you hated saying goodnight.

There weren't any labels on your relationship. You weren't even sure if Eddie saw it as anything more than a friendship. But you needed to see him. To feel yourself nestled into his chest again.

As soon as he told you they were coming to Pittsburgh, you told him not to bother with getting a hotel, that he could stay with you. It was closer to the concert venue, anyway.

He agreed and then had to be pulled off the phone for rehearsals. You bid him goodbye, falling onto your bed with a smile on your face. As giddy as a teenage girl, you imagined how it would be to see him again.

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Warren dropped Eddie off at your apartment on his way to fill up the van's gas. Everyone else was already at the hotel, unaware of Eddie's plans to stay with you over them.

As soon as the buzzer rang, you raced downstairs to help him with his bags.

He had to drop his luggage as you ran fullforce to him, draping your arms over his shoulders.

"You didn't miss me at all, did you?" He teased, setting you back down on the pavement, grabbing his suitcase.

You took his other two bags, slinging one over your shoulder and holding the other in one of your hands, "No, not in the slightest."

"I can carry them, I don't mind."

Turning on your heel, you tilted your head, "You don't feel comfortable letting a woman carry your bags? Guess you're not as perfect as I thought."

Flustered, he shook his head, "No, no—that's not—I just—"

You broke out into a fit of laughter, "I'm messing aith you, Ed, don't worry."

He nodded, relief washing over him before another thought popped into his head, "You think I'm perfect?"

"Don't let it go to your head."

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Luckily for Eddie, you had a spare bedroom with a bedframe and mattress already set up. You had put on the sheets that morning, making sure everything was perfect for him before he arrived.

That night, with a record playing in the background, you poured both yourself and Eddie a glass of wine. Bringing it over to him on the couch,

That night, the two of you settled down on your couch, a record playing in the background as you poured yourselves a glass of wine.

Clinking glasses, you both took a small sip before you set the glass down on the sidetable.

"Can I ask you a question?"

He nodded, turning his body towards you, "Go for it."

"Everyone in the band—even Warren—has seen or is seeing somebody," You said, eyes wandering the room, "Why not you?"

Eddie looked down at his glass, swirling the wine around as he thought about how to respond.

"I'm sorry if I'm prying," You said, taking a large sip of wine, "You don't have to answer if you don't have to."

"Y/N, I—"

The buzzer rang again, cutting him off.

Groaning, you set your glass back down and went to the buzzer box, "Hello?

The other line was quiet for a moment, "Y/N?"

"Who is this?" You asked, the other end distorted.

"It's Graham."

You paused, "What do you need?"

"Look... Can we talk? Please?"

Looking back at Eddie, you hesitated, "I don't know."

"Just give me five minutes, please."

"Okay."

You buzzed him in, turning to Eddie.

"Who was that?" He asked.

Pursing your lips, you met his eyes, "Graham."

"Oh," Eddie frowned, "Should I—Should I give you two a minute or...?"

"No, you can stay there. It shouldn't take long."

There was a knock on the door a few minutes later. Taking a deep breath, you opened it, revealing a disheveled Graham on the other side.

"Your five minutes starts now, Dunne," You sighed, crossing your arms and leaning against the doorframe.

Nodding, he began, "I made a mistake, Y/N/N. I made a mistake when I walked away from you—from us. I want to give us a try. Please."

You were silent for a moment, not wanting it to hurt him too bad that you already had an answer in your head, "No."

"Please, Y/N. I want you. I'm choosing you."

"I don't want there to have to be a choice between me and someone else. I need someone who is with me without hesitation," You explained, "Graham, I've moved on."

He looked you up and down, in your nicest sundress, "Am I interrupting something?"

"Yes, Graham. You are," You said, growing increasingly frustrated with him, "What about Karen? Does she know you're here?"

"Karen and I are—I don't know," He said, tears swelling in his eyes, "No. She doesn't know I'm here. We had a fight."

You shook your head, "Graham, all you've ever really wanted in life was to be loved. Just because you can't get that for one second from one woman doesn't mean you can run to the next one you find and get it from her. I can't be that woman for you."

"You don't—you don't love me anymore?"

"A part of me will always love you, but I'm not in love with you. I haven't been for a while."

He nodded, accepting your answer, "Okay."

"Okay," You repeated, "Go get her, Graham. You don't want to lose this one."

With that, you closed the door, turning back to Eddie.

"I'm sorry about that," You apologized, "I didn't think it would take that long."

He rose from the couch, walking towards you, "Did you mean what you said? You're not in love with him anymore?"

You nodded, "I haven't been for a while, Eddie."

"Is there... Is there someone else?"

You began slowly stepping towards him, "There is."

"Who... Do I know him?"

"I'd say you know him pretty well."

The two of you were inches away from each other.

"I believe our conversation was interrupted," Your voice was just above a whisper, "So let me ask you again: Is there anyone on your mind?"

He nodded, tilting his head, "There is."

A dreamy smile appeared on your lips, "Do I know her?"

His lips were mere seconds from being on yours, "I'd say you know her pretty well."

With that, you closed the gap between the two of you, your lips moving against his.

Eddie's hands cupped your face before slowly moving them down to your waist. Your arms tangled around his neck, smiling as you leaned into the embrace.

There was someone else—and that someone was Eddie.

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SUSHI CUY para el regalon, preparado con todo el amor del mundo ❤❤❤❤ #cuy #cobayos #guineapig #gourmet #eddielovers

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[its-vannah]

Favorite Crime | Eddie Roundtree x Reader

A/N: Guys, this is a really tough story to read. It has darker elements but my main goal of writing it was to raise awareness for situations like domestic violence. I know it has a happy ending, but so many people don't have that. If you or someone you know is going through this or something similar, please get help.

My apologies for being gone for so long—school has been killing me.

Warnings: Minors dni, affairs, alcohol, domestic violence, minor allusions to sex, bruises (READ AT YOUR OWN RISK)

Daisy Jones and The Six Masterlist

Taglist: @celestialstar111 @stokzr @scenesofobx

You hadn't meant for it to happen. Not really, anyway. I mean, it's not like you went out with the mindset that you were going to have an affair with the bassist from the biggest band in the world. But then again, sometimes the best things in life are unexoected.

The day you married Ernest Malcom was the day your happiness ended. He was an up and coming actor who had promised you the world. He said you'd never have to work a day in your life—that he would take care of it. He'd say "money won't be an issue."

But it was. So, as he was out going to countless auditions, you were back home working as a secretary in a sound studio. It didn't pay much, but it was enough to float the two of you.

The more failed auditions he came home from, the more alcohol he poured into his glass. He'd claim it was just to "ease the nerves", but he'd be drunk on his ass morning, noon, and night. Eventually, he stopped going to auditions all together. He became a staple at the local bar, throwing back shots and finding his way between women's legs in the bathroom stalls while you worked.

Sitting at your desk at the sound studio, you eyes the divorce papers you had hired someone to draft up. You couldn't do it anymore. The constant feeling of being cheated on, the promises that were broken, the late nights watching him spiral—it was all too much.

Tears pricked your eyes, but you quickly wiped them away when you heard the door open.

When you saw the man you had come to know as a regular enter, you felt your heartbeat start to pick up.

Eddie Roundtree looked you up and down through the top of his sunglasses, a smirk appearing on his face.

You bit your lip, heat rising to your cheeks as your mouth melted into a smile. You couldn't help it—his grin was infectious and made you feel like a teenage girl all over again. To be fair, you were only twenty one—so your teenage years weren't too far behind you.

He nodded at you before making his way to the studio to wait for the rest of his bandmates.

You knew it was wrong—the feeling in the pit of your stomach, the fluttering in your heart, the visions of his lips against your neck. But was it so wrong if Ernest was doing the same thing?

Over the next few weeks, as you secretly worked on dividing your assets from your husband's, you and Eddie slipped into a routine.

He'd waltz into the studio, a guitar slung on his back, sunglasses tilted down so he could get a good view of you before practicing with the band. And on the way out, he'd lean against your desk, twisting a wooden toothpick in his teeth as he asked you questions, ranging from "How's your day?" to "You ever been with a bassist?"

Sure, he was a bit cocky—but it was thrilling to you. But the more he stopped by the desk, the more your need for him worsened.

After coming home one night to find Ernest on the couch with a random woman he had dragged home from the bar, you had enough. You grabbed him by the shirt as his hookup scrambled to get dressed.

Using all of your strength to push him against a wall—mainly to support him in his drunken state—you started crying.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" You hissed, your fingers gripping his lipstick stained collar, "Fucking that girl behind my back? You brought her into our home!"

"Baby," He slurred, his hands finding your hips, "There's still plenty to go around."

You pulled away, "You're fucking disgusting."

Turning to walk away, he grabbed you by the arm, slamming your body into the wall. You could practically taste the liquor on his breath as he got in your face, gritting his teeth, "And you're a bitch. But here we are and there's not a damn thing you can do about it."

"I want a divorce—no, I'm getting a divorce."

Ernest pressed you harder into the wall, "Think twice before you mess with me."

"Get off of me, Ernest," You said, trying to push him off of you.

"You're not strong enough to do it yourself?" He taunted, "C'mon, baby, go ahead. Hit me. See where that gets you."

You choked back your tears, "You're hurting me. Please."

His arm was crushing into your ribs. The pain was nearly unbearable.

Clenching your fists, you beat against his chest in an effort to get him off. When that didn't work, you lifted your leg and pushed his knee in, startling him just enough for you to get away.

That was your first mistake.

He came at you with full force, stopping you from getting out the door at the last moment. Throwing you onto the ground below him, he moved your hands out of your face as you screamed for him to stop.

A strong slap to the right side of your face stopped your pleas. Your cheek was throbbing—your skin on fire. There'd be a bruise there soon enough—a constant reminder of what he had done to you.

He held onto your shoulders, stopping you from moving, "I can bring home whoever I damn please, baby, and you won't say shit about it. You understand?"

You nodded, desperate for this to be over.

"Find somewhere else to stay tonight," He said, leaning into your ear, "If you're a good girl, maybe I'll have you over another night. Sound good, baby?"

He stalked back over to the couch, refilling his beer glass before sitting down. While his back was turned, you grabbed the bag you had hidden in the closet inacse you ever needed to make a quick escape. You had hoped you'd never reached that point—but here you were.

Your first thought was to go to a friend's—but you really didn't want to have to see the look on their face when they saw the bruise forming on your cheek. So you went to what had become your second home—the studio.

It took you a while to get there—then again, what normally would've been a fifteen minutes drive had taken you an hour and a half. It was nearly ten by the time you arrived.

You had expected everyone to be gone for the day—but there was still a car in the parking lot. Before unlocking the door, you said a silent prayer it would be Eddie.

To your surprise, you didn't even have to open the door. Eddie, on the other side of the glass, waved to you with a smile, pushing the door open.

He held it for you as you walked in, fixing your hair so it would cover the bruise on your right side.

"Didn't expect to see you here at this time of night," Eddie commented, "I was just heading out."

You forced a smile on your face, "Got locked out of my house on accident."

"So, where are you staying tonight?"

Nodding, you lifted your bag, "Here, I guess."

He frowned, shaking his head, "I can't let you do that. How about you come home with me? I'm not trying to make a move on you—I mean, I was until you said you didn't have a place tonight—I just want you to be comfortable."

"I don't want to impose or anything, but thank you."

"You wouldn't be, Y/N," He said, and you had to hide the thrill that went through you at the thought of him remembering your name, "You can stay in the couch or with Karen, if that's makes you more comfortable."

"I mean, I wouldn't have any complaints sharing my bed with you, but it's your choice," He teased, flashing you the smile you had grown to love.

You hesitated, "You're sure I wouldn't intrude?"

"Positive," He said, reaching for your bag, "Here, I'll carry it out for you."

You let him take the bag from your hands and he slung it over his shoulder, leading you out to his car.

Once the two of you were in the car, heading towards the home he shared with half of his bandmates, you began fiddling with the ring in your finger.

"So, you're married?"

You looked up at him, "You didn't know?"

"Would you think I was shitty if I said I knew, I just didn't care?"

You shrugged, giving him a small smile, "Maybe a little."

"So, what's he like?"

"You really want to know?"

Eddie nodded, his fingers beating against the wheel as he waited for the light to change, "Gotta see how I measure up to the competition."

"If it's a competition, Eddie, the you've already won."

You played right into his ego—something he worked so hard to build that could so easily be shattered.

"Well, if you really want to know, he's a piece of shit. I married him when I was nineteen. I was too young for it, really. But he promised me the world and I loved him," You explained, "It didn't take long for me to see who he really was. Who he is."

Eddie pulled into a parking lot by the beach, locking his eyes on yours. The wind had been in your hair while he was driving, and he couldn't help but notice the purple to the right of your nose.

Brushing the hair out of your face, he gently stroked the bruise, "He did this?"

That's what broke you. The idea that somebody, for once, cared. Tears started streaming down your face as his fingers lingered on the spot.

He grit his teeth, "I'm gonna fucking kill him."

"You don't even know him, Eddie," You choked, "You barely know me."

"I know enough to know I want to learn everything about you," He said, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "Let's get you home, okay? You stay with me as long as you need. You just have to make me a promise."

"What?"

He looked over at you as he began pulling out of the parking spot, "That you won't go back to him."

"I promise."

Eddie placed his hand on your lower thigh, his thumb stroking the skin that peeked through beneath your skirt. It was nothing sexual—surprisingly—it was something meant to calm you down. Men rarely had zero alterior motives—but Eddie, in that moment, had none other than keeping you safe.

It was eleven by the time you made it to his house, and his bandmates were either out at a party or passed out drunk on the back porch.

He led you through the house, your bag still slung over his shoulder, "Any thoughts on where you want to stay?"

Steadying your shaky breath, you gazed up at him, "Does your offer still stand?"

You took a step towards him and his breath nearly hitched in his throat, "Always."

Eddie gave you privacy to shower, setting you up with everything you needed. But once the water stopped and you dried yourself off, you realized you had forgotten your bag in his room.

After you brushed your teeth and rubbed lotion on your skin, you made you way back to his room, leaving a slight trail of wet footprints behind you.

You knocked on the door, pushing it open.

His eyes widened upon seeing you in a towel and he, in a turn of events, became the giddy teenager.

"Y/N—you—you—"

"Forgot my clothes."

He nodded, "Oh. Okay. Do you—you—here's your bag."

You took it from the bassist, rummaging through it's contents to find that you had forgotten to pack yourself clothes to sleep in.

Turning towards Eddie, you bit down on your lip, "Do you have some clothes I could borrow?"

He nodded, unable to think of any words to say as he scrambled to his dresser, pulling out a random band shirt. He even offered you boxers, but you told him you had it covered, causing him to blush wildly as he placed it back in his drawer.

"Do you need pajama pants?"

"I don't wear them to bed. Not as comfortable," You said, correcting yourself, "If that's okay...?"

He shook his head, flashing you a smile, "Yeah, sure, that's—that's great."

Although he tried his best to be slick, you couldn't help but notice him trying to cover up the rising fabric of his pants.

Taking it as a hint, you tilt your head, "Can I just change in here? It's easier than going back down the hallway."

He smiled, standing there awkwardly, "Yeah, yeah that's okay."

You started to pull at the corners of your towel, "You don't care, right? I mean, we're both adults here. Nothing you haven't seen before, right?"

Eddie swallowed, "Yeah..."

He watched as the towel fell into a pile around your feet, revealing yourself to him.

You had waited for this moment since the day you met him—and it felt good.

It didn't take long before his lips were on yours, his hands running through your hair, careful not to touch your swollen cheek. You had never felt this way before.

And you certainly had never been railed on top of a dresser before—but there you were.

You said a silent prayer that no one was in the house—the two of you weren't exactly being quiet.

After the two of you finished on the dresser, you wound up on the bed, your hips rocking against each other as if you couldn't get close enough.

Eddie gripped the bedframe, shaking it back and forth as he pressed into you. It felt like the whole room was shaking. But your worries had never been so at ease.

When you both finished again, he collapsed next to you, chest heaving, "There's few things I enjoy more than playing with the band—but that—that was one of them."

Your chest heaved as you curled up beside him, resting your head on his bare chest, "I've never felt that way before."

"In a good way?"

Pressing a sloppy kiss to his mouth, he hummed in response, "I'd say it was a good way."

After a few minutes of silence, the only sounds filling the air being your panting, he turned towards you, "So..."

"So..."

He smiled down at you, pressing a soft kiss to your bruise, "I'm never going to let anyone hurt you again—If you'll have me. I know it's... complicated."

"Eddie," You sighed, "I've had the divorce papers at my desk for the past month—and the ring you saw? I threw it onto the highway on our way here."

"So it's over?"

"It's been over for a long time," You pressed a kiss to his jaw, "I just need to make it official."

"The offer is still on the table, you know."

"What offer?"

He sighed, "I'll beat the shit out of him for what he did to you."

"Two wrong don't make a right."

"No, but it feels good sometimes."

You couldn't help but laugh, "What am I gonna do with you?"

"I have a few ideas."

Eddie Roundtree: She did, eventually, figure out what she was going to do with me.

Y/N Roundtree: We took it slow. Well, as slow as we could.

Eddie: She married me.

Y/N: The day we got married was the happiest day of my life.

[art-now-usa]

DILETTANTES 2016, Eddie Love

I've recently become enamored with this word and how it so perfectly describes the tech generation. I remember it really started becoming a wide spread issue in the mid-2000s, when more people wanted to be and acted like they were famous for no reason - with no concept that ideas, creations and gifts to the world are what become famous, the people who create them are merely vessels. Notice how I left the background essentially blank, while the subject in the foreground is filled with the only color in the picture - symbolizing a sense of entitlement, full of themselves, looking at themselves in the mirror.

https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-DILETTANTES-2016/351018/3151901/view

[art-now-usa]

LYF IZA DREEM LUV IZA DRUG, Eddie Love

This is a new style I've been slowly developing over the past year on smaller projects and scraps, this is the first large scale piece completed in new style. The title is an interpretation of a lyric in a Coldplay song. The style of painting is loosely inspired by the work of an artist I follow on Instagram named Kindah Khalidy. I like this piece especially because its display versatility. It can be hung horizontally or vertically.

https://www.saatchiart.com/art/Painting-LYF-IZA-DREEM-LUV-IZA-DRUG/351018/3097038/view