As a designer who cut her teeth in the punk scene, I dedicate this anthemic song (which ironically helped encourage 12/13 year old me to take things and make them my own rather than just accept what was given & what everyone else was already doing) in response to all of the freshly scrubbed & primly posh, celebrity-filled “Punk Fashion” MetGala red carpet pictures I’ve been seeing tonight.
Punk ≠ society’s freshly scrubbed “elite” parading around in safely diluted “translations” of #PunkFashion decades later.
A haunted reminder of a bloody past, hidden in plain view.
The subtle indentations you see in this street are the remains of five foundation stones which served to hold the foundation of the Paris guillotine (1851-1899) which once stood at the entrance to the now destroyed Prison de la Roquette.
Behind the scenes preview from a recent fashion shoot in Washington state… I’m in my favourite new gown o’blackness & those wickedly wonderful girls (wearing my lace, satin, and jet beaded collars) reminded me so much of the young witch sisters from Tim Burton’s “Sleepy Hollow”.
I have a beautiful burgundy velvet cloak from Kambriel with the original Atrocities label, and I will keep it forever and ever.
This image/layout is from an incredibly limited edition poster made back in 1994. The Atrocities logo is one I painted by hand from a combination of 12th and 15th century letter styles I found examples of in some old library books. The skirt is my crushed velvet triple tiered skirt ~ and it’s original catalogue page was entitled “Blood Stained Tiers” (a wordplay on Rozz Williams’ “Bloodstained tears” lyrics from a Christian Death song).