B N W - B

Bambi for Harper's Bazaar Australia June/July 2011

     

L A L U N A

The Young Hunting's collection

I am a man who walks alone
And when I'm walking a dark road
At night or strolling through the park

When the light begins to change
I sometimes feel a little strange
A little anxious when it's dark

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's
always near

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's
always there

Have you run your fingers down
the wall
And have you felt your neck skin crawl
When you're searching for the light?
Sometimes when you're scared
to take a look
At the corner of the room
You've sensed that something's
watching you

Have you ever been alone at night
Thought you heard footsteps behind
And turned around and no one's there?
And as you quicken up your pace
You find it hard to look again
Because you're sure there's
someone there

Watching horror films the night before
Debating witches and folklores
The unknown troubles on your mind

Maybe your mind is playing tricks
You sense, and suddenly eyes fix
On dancing shadows from behind

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have constant fear that something's
always near

Fear of the dark, fear of the dark
I have a phobia that someone's
always there

When I'm walking a dark road
I am a man who walks alone

- Iron Maiden

A N D R O G Y N O U S

Styled by Hiroshi Hashiguchi for Oki-Ni

Perk by Justin Ridler

Model: Jessica Massaux

Source: FGR

 

H E & I

It was always awkward. He and I. We continuously tried to fight what we felt. We didn’t fit in, but that’s just the way we liked it. They couldn’t handle the truth - more importantly, we refused to become what they wished we were. He and I had bigger dreams...we felt aware in an environment designed to narrow our minds, encapsulate our spirits and bind us to a society we detested. He was the breathe of fresh air I needed, while I was merely there, along for a ride I had no ticket to. We used each other. He and I. It felt too good it must’ve been taboo. There were no formalities in what we’d become. In a secretively selfish way, I’d found temporary sanity. He was simple. We were simple. Effortless. Like the lubb dubb of a healthy heart.

T W I L I G H T

S K I N & B O N E

Self Service magazine n°34 from petronio associates on Vimeo.

The ultimate in boho meets soho grunge.

Source: Fuji Files

B O S W O R T H : S T R E E T S T Y L E

Source: http://thekillingmoonconfused.blogspot.com/

M E T A L & G A R T E R



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