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Dear readers and connoisseurs of the bizarrely beautiful, welcome to   SYNESTHESIA GARDEN.
Here you will find paeans to all varieties of dark, surreal, odd, and provocative contemporary art, style, and creativity.

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  • Roses and Thorns: The Art of Liza Corbett

    09.10.11

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    Tags: animals, art shows, baroque, bird wings, branches, deer, dolls, fairy tales, flowers, flowers in hair, ghosts, greek mythology, hair, historically inspired, illustrations, intricate line drawings, jeremy hush, little red riding hood, liza corbett, macabre, nature, neo-victorian, red, roses, skulls, soft color, surreal, swan, victorian, wolves

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  • Fuyuko Matsui

    06.11.11

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    Tags: (twists on) traditional art, edo-period japan, exposed anatomy, ghosts, macabre, surreal horror

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  • Eye-Love [005]

    12.04.10


    Iron Maiden by Anja Millen


    Morning Message by Katerina Belkina


    Sinwood Saints by Katja Faith


    Sans Fin III by Isabelle Royet-Journoud


    Photo: Mark Sink and Kristen Hatgi
    Model: Lauren WK


    Bones by Kim Akrigg


    by S.Jin

    Previous Eye-Loves

    Tags: "ethereal woodland maiden" look, anatomical-themed, animal skulls, anja millen, art nudes, black and white, ghosts, hair, hauntingly beautiful, illustrations, katja faith, photorealism, self-portraits, skeleton, tintypes

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  • Fatal Frame II

    06.17.10

    Fatal Frame II: Crimson Butterfly is one of my favorite video games.

    It’s creepy, moving, and engaging. It has some of the best voice acting in a video game I’ve ever heard. I love the tender/complex/dependent relationship between Mayu and Mio, which does remind me a little of the one in A Tale of Two Sisters. Mayu, the weaker sister, is the one who seems so much more emotionally vulnerable, and who needs to be taken care of by Mio, but is sometimes left behind by her, even though it’s not fully intentional.

    Mayu and Mio are two sisters who come to a deserted place called All Gods Village. The game mostly takes place in these eerily elegant, sparely furnished, minimalistic Edo-period houses, inhabited by many, many ghosts. They try to piece together the story of the Crimson Butterfly Sacrifice, a ritual that took place periodically in the village where two twins were sacrificed to seal off the entrance to the Hellish Abyss. This failed during the last ceremony, causing the village to be annihilated. There’s only one weapon, the Camera Obscura, an old camera from the 19th century which can capture images of ghosts and exorcise them.

    The horror of the game builds up; at some point, it becomes genuinely creepy. It’s like watching a horror movie unfold, and to be actually playing it yourself and going through the actions intensifies the dread. The ghosts are varied and move in creepy, bizarre ways; examples are the Falling Woman, who repeatedly falls from the ceiling, shrieking, and squirms/wiggles on her back towards you, and the Hanged Woman, whose neck is bent at an impossible angle. The Twin Sisters, who are undeniably twisted victims, seriously creeped me out; I never knew when they’d pop up again, whispering, “Why do you kill?”

    The only faults I found are that at some point after the middle of the game, the dialogue, including the letters and journals you find, and the stones from which you can hear people’s thoughts on a special radio, becomes kind of repetitive and barely tells you anything more. It doesn’t seem as well-developed as the earlier dialogue. Video games never, ever tie up in a satisfactory way for me, because they’re not movies; they are always something of a letdown. I don’t know what I was expecting, but somehow the resolution just wasn’t quite engaging/explanatory/psychically fulfilling enough for me. I felt like the message of the ending I got was contradictory to everything I thought about the game. My general attitude towards the Village and the Ritual was that they just perpetuated a traditional evil in some misguided attempt for collective security. But it seemed like the ending implied that compliance was okay, or resistance impossible/fruitless. Like sometimes you need to just close your eyes and let an external force take you over and lead you over the precipice. It was also kind of abrupt. That’s hard for me to accept. I don’t know if the other endings have a different tone.

    But I still love it.

    I’d give it 4.5 out of 5 ♥s.

    Tags: asian horror, edo-period japan, ghosts, sisters, survival horror video games

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  • Danse Macabre

    01.05.10

    I love this image from the series Invitation à la danse by Sølve Sundsbø.

    Tags: fashion editorial, ghosts, vintage

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