Charlie Reynolds 

get home safe 


The everyday of transgender life is important and often pushed to the side in favor of the more “newsworthy” highs and lows, i.e. celebrations of pride and times of sorrow. While these topics are important, they tend to leave daily life out of the conversation. The home is an important part of this daily life, along with the body. I personally view these things as one and the same- the body should be seen as a house for the mind inside it, a home for the heart, and should be treated as such. Garments are decorations for this “home” of ours, to show others how we want to present ourselves to the world, to say:


I know who I am, do you?


Bringing together influences from my personal life, along with the experience of others, and fashion, I created the collection “get home safe” to bring about a space where it is understood that home is not just a place, but also a feeling of love.






Charlie Reynolds is a transmasculine fine artist from Maryland. When he’s not making garments and various other arts, he’s making bread and petting his cat Maisie. Constantly inspired by the people around him, Charlie aims to create art that shines a light on transgender people and the things they love.



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Image and video credit: 
Charlie Reynolds


Models:
Alex Welch
Nadika Naasz
Kaylee Falasco


Music:
Raya Zimon





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Oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much.

-Frank O’Hara




  
Love doesn’t just sit there, like a stone, it has to be         made, like bread; remade all the time, made new.

— Ursula K. Le Guin








 you’re going to love yourself and i’m going to love myself and we will be the endlessness of two mirrors facing one another. 	-Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, “I’m Alive. It Hurts. I Love It.”
you’re going to love yourself
and i’m going to love myself
and we will be the endlessness
of two mirrors
facing one another.

-Joshua Jennifer Espinoza, “I’m Alive. It Hurts. I Love It.”

 

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and you’re trying not to tell him that you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words exist, and you feel your heart taking root in your body, like you’ve discovered something you didn’t even have a name for.

-Richard Siken, “Crush”








 
So, I love you because the entire universe conspired to help me find you.

-Paolo Coelho, “Alchemist”

 
...but you, up from the clay yourself, as luck would have it, and inching over the same little segment of earth-ball, in the same little eon, to meet in a room, alive in our skins, and the whole galaxy gaping there and the centuries whining like gnats— you, to teach me to see it, to see it with you, and to offer somebody uncomprehending, impudent thanks.

-William Meredith, “Accident of Birth”