Visionaries like Tupac and Basquiat leave behind not only the legacy of their art, music, and style but hope, inspiration, and – maybe most importantly – a new generation, made up of people like Larry, influenced as much by their innovative genius as they are by what made them who they are. Add five older sisters who solidified Larry's comfort with his feminine side and he is unusually self-possessed for his age, poised to become an example for the future when it comes to expressing oneself openly. In a "gangster-y" Tupac t-shirt, he wears a schoolgirl skirt over high-waisted, over-sized women's jeans cuffed at the ankle and wrapped with bandannas in homage to his hero, Tupac. For Larry, fashion isn't about labels, or even about clothes; it's about the person and their story, he says. Basquiat's film, Downtown '81 and the accompanying book, New York Beat, made an impression on Larry and taught him the importance of being free. He loves Basquiat for his work, but it's who the artist was, the way he looked, how he spoke, and how he ran away from home that makes him a powerful role model. Not embarrassed to admit it, Larry swears by the Chris Brown and Chipmunk song, "I'm A Champion" and the line, "Make your own way to the top, because if they put you on a pedestal they can take you off."
Larry loves his black leather coat for how it flies in the wind, and, in a turtleneck with his braided hair, he's a dead ringer for the '80s, ultra-hip, post-punk artist, not counting the surprise of short shorts (Larry loves his legs). Not interested in people inside the "fashion bubble" but in odd juxtapositions, Larry takes photos and finds inspiration in people who don't think they look nice, people just a little off. He finds the little things the most interesting, like a girl in track suit bottoms with pearl earrings and a pearl necklace. Similarly, and probably most revealing of Larry's "stupid bubbly" open nature, as he calls it, are his Moschino jeans (from when "ostentatious" was in) that he wears with a denim vest from Brixton Market and a print shirt. Willing to buck his parents and a surrounding culture, that "didn’t think fashion was for men," Larry followed his heart to the prestigous Central St, Martins. "The real Lauryn is more interesting than the famous Lauryn," he says. "Yeah, you are enough. It's taken me awhile to realize this, but I've got it now."