𝔉𝔬𝔤 𝔰𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪…

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𝔉𝔬𝔤 𝔰𝔥𝔯𝔬𝔲𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔣𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔫𝔬𝔬𝔫𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔣𝔢𝔢𝔩 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔡𝔦𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔡𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔪…
𝔖𝔲𝔰𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔪𝔢𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔶 ℑ 𝔴𝔦𝔰𝔥 ℑ 𝔠𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔣𝔬𝔯𝔤𝔢𝔱…
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Greetings!
Hello goths of Tumblr! This is History Painted Black, a public history project exploring goth history and the history of subcultures more generally. My plan is to create an archive of sorts on this blog in order to preserve historical paraphernalia relating to goth culture, particularly in America (so that's concert tees, posters, zines, photos of goth communities, and oral histories or stories of the community).
I'm a student of history, so I know how often things like this can go missing. My goal is to keep at least a partial archive of goth stuff to allow more people to see and learn about the history of goth and the rich vibrancy of the subculture.
If you have any material that you're willing to submit to the blog (anonymously or not!) please either submit it via an ask, a post submission, or by emailing me at [email protected]. If not, please spread the word and share the blog! I'm excited to see what else I can find.
Thank you!
𝔐𝔶 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔞 𝔤𝔩𝔞𝔰𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔣𝔩𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔱𝔥 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔶𝔢𝔱 𝔯𝔢𝔪𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔱𝔶 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔳𝔬𝔦𝔡; 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔡 𝔩𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔢𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔶, 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔦𝔱 𝔭𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔦𝔱𝔥 𝔱𝔢𝔯𝔯𝔦𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔰𝔲𝔯𝔪𝔬𝔲𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔯𝔬𝔴.
“𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔠𝔯𝔢𝔱 𝔱𝔬 𝔞 𝔡𝔞𝔯𝔨 𝔢𝔫𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔢𝔫𝔪𝔢𝔫𝔱 𝔬𝔣 𝔰𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔞𝔩 𝔦𝔱𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔞 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔱𝔦𝔠𝔲𝔩𝔞𝔯 𝔩𝔢𝔶𝔩𝔦𝔫𝔢. 𝔅𝔶 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔰 ℑ 𝔪𝔢𝔞𝔫, 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔫𝔡𝔰 𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔬𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔩𝔣 𝔦𝔫 𝔰𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔱𝔲𝔡𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔯 𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔩𝔶 𝔥𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰, 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔡 𝔦𝔫 𝔞 𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔲𝔫𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔣𝔲𝔩 𝔠𝔞𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔯𝔰𝔦𝔰 𝔲𝔭𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔦𝔷𝔞𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫’𝔱 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔞𝔩𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔩𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔶 𝔴𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔬𝔯𝔩𝔡 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞𝔴𝔞𝔨𝔢.” -𝔘𝔫𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴𝔫
for those who like to rock but in a gloomy gothic manner (or perhaps a gloomy gothic manor?) during foggy or overcast afternoons...
⛧ 𝔊𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔞 𝔏𝔬𝔳𝔢 𝔗𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔒𝔩𝔡 ℭ𝔬𝔣𝔣𝔦𝔫 𝔖𝔪𝔢𝔩𝔩 ⛧