The sun bleeding in the western sky, draining slowly, the nocturnal plain. What ends, what persists. Gathering in sylvan fields, forming constellations with our bodies, trees looming as lost angels do, beseeching the sky. We listen, we wait, parting our lips and extinguishing the lanterns, a shallow breath. As the moon rises she pulls our skin tight across our tired bones—rebirthing us, glistening and raw—till our eyes fall from their cold hollows. The pain, oh the pain of outgrowing, but still I remember; I remember the scent, the taste, the thin film in the darkness, crossing over. We abandon our eyes to the earth, for they are simply organs of despair and isolation.
Then we are moving, moving outwards, moving west, guided by the sound of your tightening heart. The ocean awaits us, sucking eagerly on her broken jaw, shining like oil, or blood. She loves us—we, the sensual beasts who digest the light. Slick, wet. You’ve heard our calls; the wolves skirting the edge of town, the dark-eyed omens you have chased and burned and nailed to the railroad tracks. Yet we return, year after year, resurrected from twisted metal and ancient dust, running in the night, gazing skyward, clawing truth from the clotted belly of the world, keepers of the unkept. We tend to the bones, as we will forever, long after the grass grows from the knotholes in your own.
In February, I had the opportunity to shoot with the radiant creature that is Danielle Lindenlaub, a talented photographer who I’ve (secretly, not-so-secretly) wanted to collaborate with for a long time. We’d been musing about possible shoot themes (with a mutual interest in the offbeat) before deciding on something dark, playful, and sensual, with the flavour of ritual and the occult. Danielle brought the flowers, I brought the skull, completing the necessary binaries of lightness and dark, life and death.
The night of the shoot it was a full moon—Virgo moon, no less, she who asks us to open the cages of our minds and seize our infinities. Since I’ve eloped with the west, I’ve been drawn to those lunar mythologies. So it all seemed fitting.
Pentagram harness: Teale Coco | Boots: UNIF Reverb Boots | Rune beanie: Disturbia, from Dolls Kill | Sunglasses: Zero UV | Disco shorts: American Apparel | Bustier: American Apparel | Garter leggings: Yandy| Skull lantern: Forged and Foraged
With the support of the moon and the equally celestial Danielle, I was able to access those darker, sharper, deeper centres of myself; insecurities sloughed off like dead weight, passivity and shame dissolved. It was a fun and empowering experience. Danielle is so kind and encouraging in her approach, and her creative energy is infectious. None get more genuine than her, and I hope to collaborate with her again. You can check out her work on Facebook and Instagram.
Signing off again, into the nocturnal ether,
– Style Raven