We dreamt of sleep and not just any sleep: one that would last a lifetime. One that would permanently send us into the darkness. Drifting, Floating...Down a river of darkness we would sail, never to return. But these are just dreams and we always seem to wake up at the wrong time, with the sunlight to punch at our skin and eyes. We awaken and set the cycle on repeat.
All photos of Katelyn taken by Amber, All photos of Amber taken by Katelyn. Styling was a collaborative effort between Katelyn & Amber.
Cowgirls and Indians of the eternally black forest are constantly at war -- warring with each other while also battling the crippling rays of sunshine that decide to shoot through branches and leaves, shriveling our skin (virgin from the sun-kiss-of-death). Back into darkened wigwams and stables we retreat, hiding from the inevitable dawn of day (but still at war; always at war).
Photos of Katelyn were taken by Amber, photos of Amber were taken by Katelyn. Styled in a collaboration between Katelyn and Amber. All clothing & accessories are vintage. Photos edited by Katelyn.
Bored with no where to go. Prisoners of a darkened house, left to occupy our time and wait. Fearful of the outside because the sun beats down, turning our foreheads into breeding grounds for sweat and our pale skin into red burns. And then, when he returns, nothing changes. We are still bored, perhaps even more so than when we are left alone.
All styling was a collaborative effort between Katelyn and Amber. All photos of Katelyn were taken by Amber and vice versa. This week's grounds for photos was provided by Dale Grandfield and Bradford Zuercher.
Amber Danese is the tall, short-haired gothmother. Her favorite things include the color black (but I suppose that's a given), velvet and anything Victorian. If you can't find her, she's probably sitting in her windowless basement room, basking in no sunlight.
Katelyn is the (self-appointed) ginger gothmother. Most of her waking hours are filled with searching for bones in the forest and talking to the moon when it is full. She lives in a cave that has about as much light as a black hole in outer space, which would explain her deathly pallor.