Dia De Los Muertos 11:11 PM

And we rose from the grave, with saturated glow and hollowed countenance from eternal rest.  Rest we do not on this day, for it is the only day that souls take substantial form -- clothed with jubilance and freedom from the tangible being.  The only being to be is not being.  The only "being" actually being half(mostly)-imagined, in our own minds and the minds of others.  With the colors that dance and vibrate behind closed eyes finally freed to roam our waking existence, we walk on in a parade of not "being" but "been."

All photos of Amber were taken by Katelyn, and all photos of Katelyn were taken by Amber.

Styling was a collaborative effort between Katelyn and Amber.

Makeup done by Katelyn.

Photoshop art and retouching done by Katelyn.

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.

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.