A short film directed by Jez Tozer, inspired by autumn/winter 2010 fashion collections, set to beautiful melancholy string music. Featuring items by Haider Ackermann, Lanvin, Emilio de la Morena, Viktor & Rolf, Hussein Chalayan, Agent Provocateur, and others.
Currently among my favorites.
+ “March Funèbre” by Soap&Skin, off Lovetune for Vacuum
+ “Keep the Streets Empty for Me” by Fever Ray, off their self-titled debut album
Gorgeously delicate line drawings featuring macabre/erotic depictions of languid maidens tangled up in choking undergrowth, deadly flora, murderous branches, their hearts and anatomies (literally) exposed, from Japanese artist Mako.
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Tags: abuse, blood, bruises, children, colorful, emotive, flour-white face, hauntingly beautiful, horror photography, injuries, innocence, jenn violetta, medical-themed, military-themed, otherworldly photography, photomanipulation, political, surreal, trauma, violence
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A beautiful life-size sculpture/costume design by CL Martin.
Katarzyna Konieczka, sometimes known as Kasia Konieczka, makes the most incredible avant-garde costumes with a dark-conceptual bent. Encased in plastic, strapped into body-cages, wrapped in wire, and torturously beautiful, her costumes give off impressions of dark, twisted kingdoms, space-age worlds, daemonic sci-fi medical fetish suits, and labyrinthine strapped insane asylum couture.
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On the stiff twig up there
Hunches a wet black rook
Arranging and rearranging its feathers in the rain.
I do not expect a miracle
Or an accident
To set the sight on fire
In my eye, nor seek
Any more in the desultory weather some design,
But let spotted leaves fall as they fall,
Without ceremony, or portent.
Although, I admit, I desire,
Occasionally, some backtalk
From the mute sky, I can’t honestly complain:
A certain minor light may still
Out of kitchen table or chair
As if a celestial burning took
Possession of the most obtuse objects now and then —
Thus hallowing an interval
By bestowing largesse, honor
One might say love. At any rate, I now walk
Wary (for it could happen
Even in this dull, ruinous landscape); sceptical,
Yet politic; ignorant
Of whatever angel any choose to flare
Suddenly at my elbow. I only know that a rook
Ordering its black feathers can so shine
As to seize my senses, haul
My eyelids up, and grant
A brief respite from fear
Of total neutrality. With luck,
Trekking stubborn through this season
Of fatigue, I shall
Patch together a content
Of sorts. Miracles occur.
If you care to call those spasmodic
Tricks of radiance miracles. The wait’s begun again,
The long wait for the angel,
For that rare, random descent.
Cute and morbid one-of-a-kind taxidermy headdress creations from Amore de Mori