Thursday, 29 November 2018

Chinese Black

The Neon Judgement, 1987

Mario Testino - UK Vogue, March 2013

hurt me now for I'm leaving
turn my love into hate
I'll shake off every sizzle
every promise I made
all my colours I've lost in your eyes
chinese black save the light of this morning
the sunrise, black, chinese black

hear the name that i'm calling
black,black, chinese black
chinese black won't you help me
tie a chain 'round my neck
I'll check in every corner
for I'm not coming back all my colours...

Fei Fei Sun photographed by Hedi Slimane for Vogue China, February 2012

 Orient Excess by Mario Testino for UK Vogue March 2013
Patrick Demarchelier Pirelli Calendar 2008 Pearls of the Orient

Saturday, 24 November 2018

not again!

“People are afraid of themselves, of their own reality; their feelings most of all. People talk about how great love is, but that’s bullshit. Love hurts. Feelings are disturbing. People are taught that pain is evil and dangerous. How can they deal with love if they’re afraid to feel? Pain is meant to wake us up. People try to hide their pain. But they’re wrong. Pain is something to carry, like a radio. You feel your strength in the experience of pain. It’s all in how you carry it. That’s what matters. Pain is a feeling. Your feelings are a part of you. Your own reality. If you feel ashamed of them, and hide them, you’re letting society destroy your reality. You should stand up for your right to feel your pain.” - Jim Morrison.

Dark Angel

'Synapse' by Linea Aspera

From the album 'Linea Aspera', released on Dark Entries Records.

dark sadness by LonelyPierot

A single moment was enough to create this:
A retinal distraction when a scatter of light
Hits and forms an image.
Perfection is the harshest term.
The shade of your eyes is a curse, it's a curse.

Don't look at me.
Don't look at me, it hurts.

The neurons have fired:
A torrential surge through the optic nerve...
I can't find the words.

The warmth of a body in an empty bed...
When only the scent is left, only dissent is left.

It's too late for rational sense, the neurons have fired.

A single moment was enough to create this:
A retinal distraction when a scatter of light
Hits and forms an image.
Perfection is the harshest term.
The shade of your eyes is a curse, it's a curse.

Don't look at me.
Don't look at me,
It hurts.

"sad people are sexy and brilliant. happiness Is for dogs." - Clair le Noir.

dark beauty by PleasantBullet

Thursday, 22 November 2018


Eric Flemming


cha·​grin | \shə-ˈgrin  \

Definition of chagrin (Entry 1 of 2)

disquietude or distress of mind caused by humiliation, disappointment, or failure

cha·​grin | \shə-ˈgrin  \
chagrined\ -​ˈgrind  \; chagrining\ -​ˈgri-​niŋ  \
Definition of chagrin (Entry 2 of 2)
transitive verb
: to vex or unsettle by disappointing or humiliating he was chagrined to learn that his help was not needed

Thursday, 8 November 2018

The Mansion of Madness

Directed by Juan López Moctezuma, Mexico, 1973

A mysterious man is sent deep into the forest to investigate the bizarre behavior of the notorious Dr. Tarr. What he stumbles upon is the doctor's torture dungeon, a hellish asylum completely cut off from civilization and presided over by the ultimate madman. Innocent people have been savagely chained, tortured and stuck in glass cages, then forced to take part in gruesome games of ritual slaughter.

Loosely based on The System of Dr. Tarr and Professor Feather, a novel by Edgar Allan Poe.

Saturday, 3 November 2018

Night Watch

Directed by Brian G. Hutton, 1973

Based on a play by Lucille Fletcher.

Ellen Wheeler, a rich woman, is recovering from a nervous breakdown with the help of her husband and a good friend. One day, while staring out the window, she witnesses a murder. But does anybody believe her?

Sergeant Norris: [after digging in the garden] It seems this is as far as we can go sir. There's nothing here.
Appleby: [to Inspector Walker] Well, what did you expect to find down there, Sherlock Holmes? A wax dummy covered with tomato ketchup? An earthworm with a revolver? I told you, last night me being there was pure curiosity. If I came to you and told you that I was looking for a dead body in that old house, wouldn't you come to have a look?
Inspector Walker: You could have at least told us last night the reason for your curiosity. You had no business being in that house. However, under the circumstances, we are prepared to drop the trespassing charges against you.
Appleby: [sarcastic] How kind!
Sergeant Norris: We'll have a go and re-plant these trees if you'd like.
Appleby: You don't re-plant the dead Sergeant, you bury them! Now, get these dead plants out of my garden!

Ellen Wheeler: [into the phone] Inspector Walker? Why didn't you come? Yes... I know. I have something to tell... Yes... I'm leaving in a few minutes. Inspector... there are two dead bodies in that old building. A man and a woman sitting side by side with their throats... cut. Yes, I know... but you must believe me this time. Won't you inspect that house just once more? Well... then send someone else over...
[Ellen gasps as a loud click is heard and then a dial tone. She hangs up the phone]
Ellen Wheeler: [breaking character; sinister tone] Heh, I always thought you would say that.
[Appleby enters applauding]
Appleby: Bravo. Bravo! Superb! Superb performance. Well... that's it then. Your plan complete in every last detail. Pity you also had to include my Burhams.
Ellen Wheeler: Sorry about that.

Appleby:How nicely you've done the house. Did you know this was three rooms when I was a child? Beautiful, quite beautiful. I do love Indian art. Erotic, violent... your inspiration for this whole scheme, I assume. So charming. Oh... will you be away long?
Ellen Wheeler: At the moment, that seems to depend on... you Mr. Appleby.
Appleby: Oh, Mrs. Wheeler... Inspector Walker wouldn't believe me either. But I do admire you. How many 'abandoned wives,' or cuckholds for that matter, would have had your courage to pull off what you did? I myself, did nothing.
Ellen Wheeler: It's a great favour to ask you, but since you are so fond of this house...
Appleby: Yes?
Ellen Wheeler: Would it be possible for you to take care of it while I'm away?
Appleby: [flattered] Well... I don't know what to say.
Ellen Wheeler: The garden too of course. Here are the keys.
Appleby:  [takes the keys] It will be a pleasure. I'll see that nothing is disturbed.
Ellen Wheeler: Thank you, Mr. Appleby.
Appleby: No... thank you, Mrs. Wheeler.