ruby throat

"Swan and Minotaur "Ruby Throat from Marie XXme on Vimeo.

i saw ruby throat open for rasputina, and i couldn't decide how i felt about the (sexually) tense performance. i admit i resigned the lead-singer to a heroine tragedy with a hauntingly beautiful voice and an emaciated frame too frail to contain something erotically primal and tortured inside her... she was simultaneously mesmerizing and vacant. it was painful and almost indulgent watching her move like a woman possessed; i felt like a voyeur when her tattered slip of a dress came untied and she struggled mid-song to retie it with uncooperative fingers. i held my breath and imagined an on-stage catastrophe when she climbed atop a chair, letting her eyes roll back into her head.



now, i'm convinced katie-jane garside is the most beautifully tragic creature i've ever laid eyes on. and a genius.

with my arms around your neck

fuck, i need time to actually do something with this blog. it's low-priority on the list of things i don't have time for, but still. there aren't enough hours in the day and i'm losing my mind.

dreams from the woods

yes please, little dragon.