Eclect Disect, Alexander McQueen for Givenchy F/W 1997 Haute Couture
dress and gloves of black leather with a collar of red feathers and resin vulture skulls
(Source: adjectival, via hautepussy)
Eclect Disect, Alexander McQueen for Givenchy F/W 1997 Haute Couture
dress and gloves of black leather with a collar of red feathers and resin vulture skulls
(Source: adjectival, via hautepussy)
“I accept life as it is, the ugliness, the inadequacies, the ironies, for the sake of joy, for the sake of life. It is a comedy. It is slightly ridiculous and, at best, the most passionate is full of homeliness.”
Anaïs Nin
“Skin – with its textures and scars and imperfections – is equal to a biography, he says. That’s why leather and suede play such a prominent part in all the brand’s collections – including this one.”
With a write-up like that, what’s not to love?
Jitrois spring 2012, via Fashionising.
(Source: xemxija, via commedesgom)
“I felt as though I had tumbled down a high fashion rabbit hole. These were clothes that spoke of different ways of being that I didn’t know were possible. They were intellectual, witty, and thoughtful. They took clothes apart from the seams, and put them back together, slightly altered, and in doing so unhinged the links between sex and gender and sexuality to imagine a new kind of body.”
—The Death of Ferdinand de Saussure
I met Ferdinand de Saussure on a night like this
On love, he said, I’m not so sure I even know what it is.
No understanding, no closure, it is a nemesis.
You can’t use a bulldozer to study orchids, he said so
We don’t know anything
You don’t know anything
I don’t know anything
About love.
And we are nothing
You are nothing
I am nothing
Without love.
I’m just a great composer and not a violent man
But I lost my composure and I shot Ferdinand.
Crying, it’s well and kosher to say you don’t understand
But this is for Holland Dozier Holland, his last words were
We don’t know anything
You don’t know anything
I don’t know anything
About love.
But we are nothing
You are nothing
I am nothing
Without love.
His fading words were
We don’t know anything
You don’t know anything
I don’t know anything
About love.
But we are nothing
You are nothing
I am nothing
Without love.
Seven Deadly Sins
As much as I love the interpretations of the seven deadlies in Bedazzled (the Pete and Dud version obviously) I must stay true to my original concepts of them that I puzzled out in high school, then university, then as three of them appeared in Baritarian Boy.