Her suitcase was empty (is wanderlust planned?) but the scenery filled it: wildflower plaids, velvety tracksuits, dusty trench coats, biker-bar studs.
Cell reception fading, the girl made friends with a local. He was a scorpion, fond of lounging in burnout tees (and, from time to time, a honky-tonk dance floor).
When she returned to civilization, he came, too. Was it true love, or just a sting?
Photos by Koury Angelo for Ma.de Los Angeles