Skateaway

I love skating through the city streets. I play chicken with the trucks and act like a matador with the taxis. It satisfies my deep-seeded need to take risks, like when I was on the roller derby circuit. My skate name was "Dysfunctional Sugarsprinkles" and for someone who sounded so sweet, I could be a real bitch on wheels.



From above, the orthoganals of the streets may look like something from Braque or Mondrian, but as I race through them, I feel more like Boccioni's Unique Forms Of Continuity in Space. I fly through space, becoming one with the air around me.



People think I'm crazy to flirt with death like this every day, but for me, it's the only way to live. What could be better than feeling your heart race and gasping for breath as you make a perfect cut between two on-coming cars? It's almost as good as sex.



I know one day I'll have to give all this up and lead a normal life, but until then, I just yell, "Toro! Toro, taxi!" and off I go again.



Nikk dances around the danger in:

Shirt- Toast Tokyo or Bust
Shorts- VG Denim White Wash
Socks: Maitreya Toeless Slouch Socks in Softs1
Mp3 Player- RC Cluster Playpod
Bracelets: KJ* Sweets and Fresh Baked Goods
Belt- Bare Rose Toy Shop Girl belt
Skates- Skoopf Ultra 2008 Roller Skates
Tattoo- Frosting Ink Cake Hoar faded tattoo
Skin- Tuli for The Dressing Room Gina 05
Hair- TRUTH Layla in streaked snow

Poses- Olive Juice

And a Hi5! to Paulina Oceanlane for the inspiration and general awesomeness.