Beatuty after death

hello there,
sorry about the late post... its becoming a trend... tisk tisk vlad.
Anyway, last week, maybe even the week before i went to the Julia DeVille and William Llewellyn Griffiths jewelery exhibition 'Nights Plutonian'. Look, what can i say, there work is amazing. there work has a very unique and identifiable aesthetic that works brilliantly together. Julia used animals that she taxidermied herself to create wonderful hybrid sculptures cross jewelery, and William used animal skeletons to create these entrancing moving circus scenes and jewelery installations. It was all so morbid and yet so fun. There were so many bits and pieces that i would happily house in my humble abode. lol The crowd there was quite fascinating. I felt like i was at a fashion funeral, kinda like in Zoolander when 3 of Derek's house mates died in the gasoline fight. It was a sea of black, lots of Miyake pleats, Rick Owens distressed leather and drappy silks. Unfortunately not all of them were as nice on the inside as they were on the outside. I got all excited to be in such an intensely visual environment that i want to take picture for you guys. I was so intimidated, gave myself a pep-talk just get myself in the media zone. lol What can go wrong? People are nice, right?...apparently they're not. So i walk up to the guy with two piggy tail plats and an awesome leather jacket with giant eyelets and kindly asked him if i could take his picture, he looks at me, slightly convulses and shakes then turns away and continues with his conversation. WANKER. Didn't even say anything. If he said, 'no thank you' i would have been totally fine, some people don't like photos. But no he was a cunt. So that naturally threw me off and as he was the first person i asked. If he was the second or even third person, i would have brushed it off and kept going. Oh well. so i had another complimentary drink and just took some picture of the art. And here they are:







Julia and Ferri