Robots don’t sleep. There’s no place like outer space. Little robot boys dating alien girls. I love the way you say my name, like cellular harmonics. We can do it on Mars or get down on the moon. Heavy hands over the celestial bodies we inhabit. Our magnetic moments giving way to magnetospheres. We’re lighter than the terrestrials but on fire like Venus and Mercury. You come to pick me up in your spaceship and I’m waiting here in my spacesuit. Electro music as we pass through outer space, making memories in the voids that exist between celestial bodies. I left my heart on Mars.

gold space suit by Closet Whore

black space suit by Close Whore

Moschino vintage leather rider jacket by Close Whore

photos by Calvin Bellas