Daphne Guinness Is Dead

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photo : Tim Jenkins

“Rest In Peace (And Jewels). . . “

I read the head-line & felt my stomach drop like a hackneyed phrase.

The style icon ” laid to rest ” by jeweler Shaun Leane

Tom Ford — but you already knew this, Y/Y?

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Goth Done Right [ via Steven Meisel ]

“Here, its drama is spellbinding,
& its darkness is palpable…”

Gemma Ward † Caroline Trentini † Iselin Steiro † Lily Donaldson † Agyness Deyn † Sasha Pivovarova

A moment worth re-visiting, from the “In My Tribe” editorial
Fashion Rocks Magazine , 2007

[ VIEW FULL SIZE ]

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The Photography of Kasia Bielska

To Start:
Seven Images from the Ben Trovato Blog,
in which Bielska’s editorial “Three Colors — RED” appears

“Three Colors – RED is the story of a creature that transcends to another dimension by means of an unreal space and color. The photos have been inspired by an enclosed space – the interiors of the Park Inn hotel in Cracow, Poland. I had some graphic visions in my mind prior to the shooting, a shape forming from two colors – white and black. As soon as I saw the interiors, however, I knew it was going to be a story of three colors.”

— Kasia Bielska

Photography – Kasia Bielska
Stylist and Producer – Kamila Picz
Make up – Marcin Szczepaniak
Hair – Tymoteusz Pieta @ Claudius Hair Dresser Team
Model – Ania K @ Mango Models

Next:
The Retinal Pleasures Continue, With
Beauteousness Filched From The Artist’s Site . . .

[ Check I†—Someone's Serving A Proper

…& I Ain’t Mad About It! ]

&
In Closing?

Snaps from a Sleek, Chic Editorial
That Conveys a Sense of  ”Tomorrow’s Old News Already–I’ve Taken It”

Bravo!
…& To The Future, Indeed!

Illustration of Vintage Camera by Rebecca Jones

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“Everything That Is Fashion Comes From The Street” – Diane Von Furstenberg

sidewalks double as catwalks

double as nightclub stages

our reality continues to turn virtual, &

THIS.

IS.

LIFESTYLE,

Baby

don’t dis, where it comes from’s like this…)

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So. Damn. Deadly. Cute…

I’m vergin’ on a

HAUTE

HAUTE

HAUTE  ATTACK!

With special thanks to Nixon Sixx for casting such an adorable spokesmodel

in this, THE SEVENTH PRIZE RIBBON among

the JARED GOLD/CLINT CATALYST CO-BRANDED MERCHANDISE—

a ‘site exclusive’ for the illustrious

[dot] com

†

Matter of fact, the HMacabre skeleton crew has assembled an on-line boutique

for the erudite enthusiast of shadowed fineries who’s privy to the fact that

one need not spend a million bucks to look like it.

However!

Before my A.D.D.-addled ass has a chance to bifurcate off into scatter-shot territory,

I need to provide the following info —of—

:: where to click :: (HERE!) :: & claim :: First Place as a Hauttie! ::

†

O.K., then Next:

Look upon a few shop highlights for the darkly inclined, such as

the obscenely affordable black smoke leggings,

†

as well as

another collaborative effort with

the gents and ¢ommon ¢ent$ in mind…

(Go ahead & fling the slab of Velveeta at me over that one—I’ll cop the rationale of Twi-hards in my defense: “I don’t know how it happened! I must’ve been roofied or something, ’cause my taste level—I mean, my defenses—were down. Really: I’m really much cooler than that!” )

Mmmm-hrmmm. Right.

All the same, THIS FINE ITEM

is most right-on, indeed!

†

The offspring of joined forces: Haute Macabre with Cyberoptix

(a company worthy its own blog post, truth be told…)

:: rad ties & cravats ::

paired with retinal candy such as the following

drool-worthy [OOPS]  impeccable display of DNA at its finest?

†

—ahem!—

Well, since I’m “already here,” so to speak,

I figured I might as well share…

Since, you know: there’s a more-than-decent chance I’ll be ogling their URL

frequently

More.Hot.Rivet-Heads.&.Goth.Guys,Plz!

Hrmm. Did you guys hear something?

†

But of course!

Furtive whispers from Thee Cult Ov Thee Fashion-Forward

state the obvious

(That is—for any devotee of Haute Macabre or mine owne Dot Com):

BAM!   Be it

xx or xy,

THIS. IS. UNISEXY.

†

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Scene Et Al: Photographic Evidence Of Adventures ‘Out & About’

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Review of Pills, Thrills, Chills and Heartache — Instinct Magazine

February 2004

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Retail Pervery!

(…and it’s long overdue)

THE SIXTH PRIZE RIBBON among

the JARED GOLD/CLINT CATALYST CO-BRANDED MERCHANDISE—

as modeled by the Most Correct Miss Lenora Claire , an L.A.-based art curator, freelance writer, television/nightlife personality and phenomenonicon.

Item Description:

Congratulations! You are really did it this time! You’re twisted, deviant, salacious, and—of course, lovable. What better way to announce it to the world than this “Perv” Prize Pin?

:: CLICK HERE TO GET YOURS NOW! ::

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Review Of Pills, Thrills, Chills and Heartache — Flaunt Magazine

Issue 52, The “Spring Fashion Issue”

While the process of uploading/archiving/formatting my site to WordPress is—generally speaking—yawnsville territory, the occasional film strip I “re-visit” compensates for the pain-in-the-assery of it all : remembrances of whom was with me, where I was, the tilt-a-whirl of excitement I felt upon picking up the copy of Flaunt, in which this brief review (see: paragraph three) appeared…

Massive thanks and congratulations, B.B.:  In five sentences, you target the subject matter with a marksman’s precision. Not only is this excerpt testament to a well-honed sense of verbal dexterity, but the analysis also exhibits a sophistication—namely, your ability to exude charm despite a frugal economy of language.

And thank you, Flaunt Magazine, for the elation (however fleeting).  I don’t even have to close my eyes, and I’m there again:  a 7-11 in Eagle Rock, bona-fide literary groupie Mark Ewert waiting in my grandmacamry while I made this pit stop to wherever it is he was staying.  The A.C. in the store is cranked, my skin a menace of gooseflesh as I stand, feet planted so I’m facing the magazine rack.  There’s a large expanse of glass behind the titles—does one call it a “window” if it’s never meant to be opened?—and on the other side of the freshly-Windexed surface that’s filling my lungs with a mildly toxic freon blue scent, dusk spreads itself across the asphalt sky, immense and in gasoline hues—a Molotov cocktail tossed onto the L.A. skyline.  A thick copy of Flaunt is in my hands, Selma Blair on the trademark die-cut double cover, and it’s the moment just after I flipped past Omahyra’s “Quinceñara” editorial: the moment when my eyes landed on this review, confirming the validity of what I’d heard, and as I’m scanning the words, a feeling comes over me that’s an onslaught of stimuli: it’s like being on a float in a parade, the crowd cheering; it’s like tossing a fistful of lit firecrackers; it’s a warmth of validation crawling into me by the fingertips, a delirious warmth, a fix I hadn’t even known I was craving. It’s my own Sally Fields moment, an implicit understanding of the fickle undercurrent in her Oscar acceptance speech when she gushed: “You like me, right now, you like me!”

I grab the other two copies from the shelf and head towards the cashier, not giving a damn about the transitory nature of things.

I feel traces of it still: “You like me… You like me…”

“Right now, you like me!”

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Two Bombshells With Cobalt-Colored Hair

First, I’m stoked to have social media superhero Miss Destructo

as the next ‘Consumer As Spokesmodel’ (despite how admittedly goober the title may be…)  ::  Keep sending in those glamour shots of you rockin’ product, kids… Whether it’s a book bag or a prize ribbon, I’d love to plaster your face up here for all the w.w.w. to see!

And next, a familiar face on this blog, as of late—

Zoetica Ebb, filling the role of “Check-Me-Out-Bitches; I’m In An Ad!”

Ahhh, YES:

I really love this “bounce-out.” (Is that what they’re called?) Whatever the nomenclature,

Massive thanks to graphics whiz Joanna Carr!

Till Later—

x o x o x

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