Extraordinarily real and low key like her dad, Malia is makeup free and unfussy in Rosebowl vintage finds. Her earthiness (and some of her clothes, like her amber necklace and orange bustier Alaia dress,) also comes from her mom who she describes as a Brazilian “Amazonian goddess.” Having grown up on the beaches of South America and with a dad who painted everything from the washer & dryer to his cadillac in which he picked her up from school, her parents built a world around her that is dedicated to elevating the mundane and infusing the magical. Fruit loop boxes hang on Kenny’s walls (better than cluttering the counters with junk), he swings from a trapeze and covets his 70′s new wave sharkskin suits that came out of garbage cans (like all good things did in those days, he states.) The artist whose art was initially inspired by MC Escher and the psychedelic posters of head shops in the 70′s, is interested in everyone’s story and feels everyone deserves respect, whether it be a janitor or the president. And Malia, who seems refreshingly unaffected by trends in her favorite Lucien Pellat Finet comic-inspired sweater and Moschino tiger knit leggings, feels that the open mindedness of her family has created her to be very accepting and fearless when it comes to people’s differences.

One of Kenny’s first memorable experiences with Keith Haring was when the latter artist painted himself into the corner of a room to the beat of the Devo song he was listening to. Keith, Kenny said, “was one of the most important people in my life.” We ended our shoot in Kenny’s other worldy-hyper trippy, colorful basement of a 3D art explosion with father and daughter dancing in day glo, Kenny in a full on neon painted suit and Malia in a Keith Haring tee shirt that he had given her. Malia knows little else but a world of beautiful things with every surface covered by her dad’s hand as a result of his obsession with the idea, why should any experience be mindless?

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Today, Tavi is 15 years old, and is as disinterested as ever in competing with fashion’s “popular kids.” Instead, she has found her own ranks as the editor and founder of Rookie Magazine, a media platform for teenage girls. While the lingering model of fashion magazines emphasizes chic as “sexy,” as in Disney’s manufacturing of pop stars like Miley Cyrus, Tavi is all about enlightening her viewers to those like comedian and author, David Sedaris, who admires Japanese designers for removing sex from clothing. While “oddball” is in and everyone is now dressing in cute, granny, vintage dresses, Tavi is not afraid to admit that she wants to be pretty at this age, but does so in the most original and unconventional sense. Her LA “tacky outfit,” as she calls it, reminds her of the psychics and pastels in the City of Angels, and is comprised of an off white cotton skirt from her childhood dress-up box, a vintage bright colored 60′s printed top, gold D & G platforms, and a crown that is made out of little houses that she got from a joke store. Tavi’s notoriety for pushing the boundaries, no matter the norm, has made her “that girl” to many, but she is all too knowing and grounded to think that “that girl” really exists. Whoever your “that girl” is for you, “she” has another girl that she looks up to too, Tavi points out.

Passionate about connecting to the world through her possessions, Tavi says that for everything that she wears, there are a million different associations and cultural influences. Her “perfect” black, Wednesday Addams vintage dress is worn with cobweb wool tights by her favorite designer, Rodarte, and a headband of pink flowers that makes Tavi think of Hitchcock’s Vertigo. Her most coveted witch-hearted Meadham Kerchhoff sweater is taken from her favorite Hole album art and is worn with a thrifted cheerleading skirt that reminds her of the 50′s references in John Waters’ movies and is accentuated by her black lipstick, which Tavi wears to explore a different side of her attractiveness. Tavi’s acute perceptions can be seen in how she aesthetically catalogues her things, including everything in her packed-full room, which alludes to ideas like the creepiness of Disney, the fantasy of Lux Lisbon in The Virgin Suicides, and her nostalgia for when fashion was still magical to her, as represented in the Lula magazines on her shelves.

Seeing the world through Tavi’s unusually attuned vision is refreshing and illuminating, whether she is pointing out her shock after confronting the sullen faces in the front row at NYFW or her honesty about sitting at home on a friday night eating a box of Triscuits and watching a movie. The way in which Tavi has organized her vision of the world through her blog, outfits, enviornment and diaries might best be presented as a movie, she claims. Stay tuned, today’s black sheep of the fashion establishment will be the next generation’s Woody Allen. Power to the people (and the internet).

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“Dirty hippy” or “Lesbian” — you name it, she gets it in the fearful taunts of her peer group, but Lucia is unfazed and tosses off those who ascribe to the dummied down culture of her generation in favor of an insatiable hunger for consuming and creating art and liberating the world from the very prejudices she is the object of. She is a member of the Riot Grrl Scouts, “we have sleepovers once a month and talk about feminist issues, body image, pro-choice… we organize events and activities,” she states. Her fortitude and passion are not surprising given the tight nuclear family of artists, musicians, actors, and painters that surround her. Lucia appeared in a Beck video when she was 8 rapping and dancing (he is her uncle) and sang with Kimiya Dawson after the singer saw Lucia on Facebook working on a cover of one of her songs. She is committed to her art, with pencil being her strong suit. Lucia loves drawing the human form and accentuating a subject’s most unique features.

Attending school in make-up inspired by Ziggy Stardust, electric yellow leggings she got from Sia after performing together and her mom’s jean jacket — “From a long time ago,” she says — it’s clear that the apple didn’t fall far from the tree when it comes from a lineage of independent minded people. Her 97-year-old grandfather still drives himself around and takes care of himself; her great grandmother designed and built dollhouses, and her grandfather has spent his entire life in bands and owns a Thai restaurant full of murals he painted himself. Her grandmother made ceramics, her father is an actor and her Mom is an interior decorator. Beyond her years, or just how you might be if educated about life with an open mind, Lucia says, “If you don’t find the naked body beautiful, then you suck.” I second that.

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The idea of eating Heinz soup for three weeks to save up to buy this month’s “It” shoe eludes Tat completely. Why, she wonders, do you have exchange what you love for what’s new? It takes confidence like hers to get that Margiela dress, which with a Peats Please jacket everyone claims looks like something a nurse would wear, even though it’s as a chic as it gets. Scrubs, not so dissimilar from Tat’s mom’s “Audrey uniform” of black turtleneck, black pants, and Chanel flats are a dead giveaway of not only good taste but of someone who doesn’t give an ounce of their power away to social norms.

It might be the Gemini in her who hides away at times only to emerge when she is ready or – more likely – the invaluable lesson learned growing up in Angola, where her house faced the homes of happy locals, despite living in cardboard shacks, that contributes to Tat’s wisdom. In Georgia, the political issues were no less eye opening and mind expanding, including a lifetime of cold water showers. Their cafe culture and its ease of conversational friendship mirrors Paris, except for its topics surrounding the younger generation and its consistent hunger for revolution. “The only thing we have is tourism, and if we keep having revolution after revolution no one’s going to want to come… When I go back, it’s just as bad as you see on the news. There was blood everywhere on the streets,” she feels. A citizen of the world, whether in Levi’s blue jeans, a kimono cocoon coat or the spurs on her vintage boots that she gets from Kentucky, Tat was raised on the move in Georgia, Moscow, Angola, Houston, Korea, and Turkey. “I enjoy my life being a bit of a hurricane: Unplanned, messy, happy, and intense,” she says, “With a touch of containment and calmness.”

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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 [Hill] 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.”

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After a semi-nomadic childhood spent moving with her parents for their careers, Scout feels, “Anywhere I live has to be really me. I have to deck it out and move in and make a little nest.” Her college dorm room is stuffed with heaps of her personality. There is everything from pictures of JFK and Marlene Dietrich, who are among her style icons, to numerous vignettes of skulls, candles and rabbit’s feet to a plush white sheepskin rug and a giant American flag. One is quick to forget that you are in anything resembling an educational institution. A huge box of vintage clothes sits under her bed and Victorian dresses and shawls hang from the walls with kimonos piled on the back door. It is an eclectic menagerie from which Scout creates certain narratives for herself. She says, “It’s not becoming different people, it’s bringing out different sides of me with clothes.” While most would crash at four in the morning after studying for an exam, Scout has been known to end up in the bathroom, trying to recreate a pompadour resembling Elvis and James Dean’s.

In over-the-knee navy suede boots, jean cutoffs, her mom’s cream pirate-style blouse and a fur hat, Scout has the sophisticated presence of an Ivy League collegiate somewhere in the vein of Love Story 2011 and prides herself on always wanting to be a student of something. She is a far cry from the “bitchy outcast girl” that she tried to portray during grade school in LA, attempting to define her toughness with green plaid bondage pants, vintage Spider-Man tees and black lipstick. Though she appeared resilient, in the end she did not push people away but magnetized them to her – Scout’s peers simply thought her pants were cool. No less fearless and every bit as influential these days, Scout rocks chunks of turquoise and considers the jewelry to be her talisman for good energy, with a suede fringed jacket and studded work boots in tribute to her fondness for anything Americana. “There is something about the idea of road trips across the south, buying masses of turquoise in New Mexico, sleeping outside, being a young kid in a small town, denim on denim, riding a bike everywhere, being a cowboy and having suburban adventures that screams summer to me,” she proclaims. I see a writer in the making.

A bookworm from an early age, the authors Scout reads go on and on with F. Scott Fitzgerald’s Flappers and Philosophers, which her dad turned her onto, ranking as one of the most important, especially for the way that the legendary writer describes women. The book made her want to wear silk slips with her Vivienne Westwood pirate boots. Style favorites, A Bout de Souffle and the Royal Tenenbaums are two of Scout’s treasured movies. In fact, her favorite vintage fur coat that she has had since she was fourteen years old makes me think of Margo in the Wes Anderson movie – its lining was so torn to shreds that Scout’s dad surprised her with a red silk replacement. A ’50s greaser one day and in silk harem pants and a cotton blouse the next, what I find most poignant is that Scout’s dad gave her a necklace of a hand that she never takes off. It symbolizes, “I choose all.”

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The prettiness in what is usually considered ugly is a theme in Kay’s universe. There is her cutoff floral dress that she feels looks like something that someone would wear on their day of release (in 1994) from an insane asylum. Her bat tattoo with one leg is symbolic of Kay’s propensity towards frequent injuries and the bruising that occurs from a lack of connective tissue in her arteries. When I was there, she had a bad shoulder from tripping over her aging dog on the steps. One of her favorite authors, Haruki Murakami, she explains, explores “the unspoken balance between mania and simplicity,” a sentiment echoed in the way Kay wears a metal studded DIY sling with a no-frills silk slip dress. Kay made the sling as gorgeous as her matching ’20s lace dress. It is so delicately decayed that Kay felt that it was too special for the prom. Her chunky shoes are perfection in their little girl awkwardness and she prefers to wear them two sizes too big, like her Rick Owens boots with straps wrapped around the ankles.

Kay’s appreciation for what is behind the composition of things is unusually conscious. The dots and lines made from Sharpies on her face are inspired by the perfect angles in nature and math, maybe best explained by the source, “If math exists in nature… and angles define beauty, then there are certain ways to treat the face that accentuate the beauty.” Obscure and underground music, like EyeHateGod, The Germs and Darkthorne are meaningful enough to Kay that her boyfriend made her a leather jacket with their names all over it. The acclaimed brains of hip hop, The Wu-Tang Clan, are not just a passing fad, but a love affair that she can not explain because it is so heartfelt. Wholehearted says it all about Kay, like the way her little girl’s nightdress remains a staple, held together with double stick tape.

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