Bunny Lowe Creates a Dreamy Landscape For Lost Souls on "Blood in My Nikes"
Photos: Lissyelle Laricchia
According to the United States Census Bureau, Los Angeles presently boasts a population of 3.967 million residents, making the city of angels the second largest city in the United States. Considering that the poverty rate is around 20.4%, with one in four residents living in poverty, it's safe to say most people move to the entertainment capital of the world on the whim of a dream. A dream that is not guaranteed, but its promises drive us beyond logic into this paradoxically warm yet often incredibly lonely city. Still, lonely people equipped with a burning desire for their dreams often encounter likeminded individuals, and when this occurs, this harrowing place can feel like a safe haven, fostering love and community in the process.
Cara Salimando, known by her artist moniker Bunny Lowe, is no stranger to the highs and lows of this twisted city. Growing up in the suburbs of New Jersey, after moving to Los Angeles, Salimando found success in writing for esteemed artists such as Dua Lipa, Kesha, Bea Miller, and many more. With a keen lyrical flair and penchant for composing striking melodic phrases, her undeniable prowess has made its ways into the ears of many, often without the listener knowing the individual behind the pen.
That is until the birth of Bunny Lowe. Drawing from the emotional and physical changes she has personally undergone through her journey of artistic discovery, Bunny creates a dreamy landscape for lost souls longing to be found.
"Blood in My Nikes" marks Bunny's second release to date and the first single off her upcoming EP, due in early December. Drawing on the mysticism of nostalgia and a long walk that literally left blood stains on her new pair of nikes, Bunny tells a story of finding love and fulfillment in a city of broken dreamers.
"'Blood in My Nikes' was inspired by a very long walk I took at a pretty directionless time in my life. I think I must've walked across Los Angeles, it felt that way; I was wearing these brand new Nikes with holographic swishes, walking with some guy who I was pretty certain wanted to love me, and I just wanted company. We walked so long my ankles bled. He didn't end up being the love interest this song is centered around. But meeting the person it ended up being about felt like coming home after living pretty fast and loose, making fake friends, bender after bender after party after session after barista shift. I mean, no one I know moves here to feel settled. And he was born here, as I assume some people must be. What are the odds that you just walk into the right persons world and are like, 'Wow you were here the whole time, where were you?,'" shares Bunny.
Paired with a surrealist visual companion that expounds upon the lush instrumentation of the track and haunting elements of her voice, a bride-clad Bunny is drawn, not on a golden carriage but a wagon adorned with flowers, pulled by none-other-than the grim reaper around the suburbs of the city. As she muses on finding peace amid a tumultuous journey, she sings "'Blood in my Nikes, let me run out of this mess into your arms / We made it so far out the suburbs, so far out / Blood in my Nikes, but I'm fine/ I somehow walked into your life / We made it so far out the suburbs and goddamn we found each other..."
Watch the "Blood in My Nikes" video below:
