Showing posts with label goth. Show all posts
Showing posts with label goth. Show all posts

Saturday, March 7, 2009

The future is futur

Futurstate is a great place to find some good goth and electro fashions. 
You can find some rare items that make you stand out and blend into the darkness at the same time. I prefer a hint of color somewhere, but I suppose that’s what hair is for. They have decent prices, so give futurstate.com a peek.
I think they need a new boy model. This one is obviously a wax figure who never changes his expression.

Monday, September 1, 2008

Someone couture than me

I don’t know much how to dress. I just look for dresses with holes in the back so my wings are more comfortable. And I’m not much of a fashionista. You’ll find me happy (or the demon equivalent) with a plain black or purple outfit. A little pink is nice too.

If I was going to consult with a designer, Cassandra would be the one. Her Goth Girl Fashions are beautiful romantic reflections of her talent. The detail that goes into her work is phenomenal! And the influences are far more than simple Gothic style. She weaves in her own mix of Asian and Victorian along with the ever-effective and beautiful human skull.

Click for Cassandra’s work.

Tuesday, May 13, 2008

You’ve goth to be kidding me

It has been mentioned to me that I might be Goth. Um, I don’t think so. I’m a demon, or a demoniac if you’re nasty. Goth is a label, and I don’t care for labels. It’s not that I have a problem with Goths. They’re usually friendly to me, and they’re delicious.
Apparently, (according to some nameless numskull) you might be goth if you think anything looks prettier dead than alive. I’m sure they were referring to flowers and poodles, which go without saying, are definitely much prettier dead than alive. But it’s not a universal rule. I mean, I’m not dead… I’m not alive either. Some like to say undead, but that’s just my sister’s definition. Some like to say reanimated, but that’s her dorky friend’s position. And of course, some don’t have all the parts that are required to define life (though I hear she likes to eat them).
Besides all this. If you don’t think I’m pretty as is, maybe you are the weird one. Or maybe you just want to die.