In came the heatwave 2:11 PM

Summer sweet, summer sweat; in comes the heatwave, out go the clothes.

 

All pictures of Amber taken by Katelyn, all pictures of Katelyn taken by Amber.  Photoshopped/edited by Katelyn.  Styling was a collaborative effort.

MURDER HE WROTE 1:45 AM

"MURDER," He cried out in the night, words that cut like a bloody-tipped knife.  Murder is in the moon, full and big as the pupils that dilate when the mood is right,  the mood to annihilate like the nihilist waking inside with the lunar cycle.  We walk on...we become like the tip of a gun, poised and ready, cold-blooded and fatally facing the inevitable end.  We are one thing...or two things, we are all things (old and new things).  We become what we see, we melt into three from two.  But we only come out when the moon beckons, drawing us from sleep or deeper, in a fit of homicidal somnambulism beyond our control.

Photographs of Amber taken by Katelyn, Photographs of Katelyn taken by Amber.  Styled in a collaborative effort.  Photo manipulations photoshopped by Katelyn, edit by Katelyn.

 

Ballerinas in the sky with(out) diamonds 2:06 AM

The sky was hazy, filled with a heavy thickness that could only indicate rain.  Rain could indeed fall, and it could be sunshower summer rain, acid rain, cold rain, warm rain or....goth ballerina rain.  Do you remember the day goth ballerinas fell out of the sky dancing?  It was today.  It is today.  You will remember this day for the rest of your life.  This is a rare weather phenomenon -- rarer than a double rainbow or a blizzard in Texas.

This is the beginning of the end, and the first day of the rest of your life all fused together and wrapped in darkness, crinoline and pink lace.

Finally, when they hit the earth they turned into multi-colored nuclear acid rain drops.  The end.


All photos taken in a collaborative event, by Katelyn, Amber and Alex.  Styled by Katelyn and Amber.  Edited by Katelyn.

Is glitter a color? 12:32 PM

Swaddled in pelts, the Fairy Gothmothers venture into the woods (yet again).

We do not always wander in darkness. Sometimes the burning rays of the sunshine filtered through hazy clouds beckon us forth -- these balmy rays convince us (by psychic mind-control) to decorate trees with every bauble and piece of jewelry we own. They also make our noses bleed and our eyes bruise, seeing as we are not accustomed to the light.

I present to you our daytime tree-decorating ritual:

 All photos of Amber were taken by Katelyn, all photos of Katelyn were taken by Amber.  Set + wardrobe styling done by Katelyn + Amber collectively. Photos edited by Katelyn.