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alexander mcqueen fw96 ‘dante’ mask

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Maison Martin Margiela at Byronesque

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Farfetch x Byronesque Capsule Collection

Photo: Jason Kibbler

Model: Querelle Jansen

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@endyma's Helmut Lang Archive is now at @theofficialselfridges! Courtesy of @byronesquevintage. . We are showing 100 of the best pieces from the archive. Iconic bondage outerwear, super cool dresses, razor-sharp tailoring and everything in between... 🤤 ❣ Available in-store in London and online. . Link in bio to check out the selection. And there's an interview about Helmut Lang's long-standing significance with moi & Gill Linton, @byronesquevintage's founder. . #endyma #helmutlang #helmutlangarchive #helmutlangvintage #byronesque #langevity #projectearth (at Selfridges) https://www.instagram.com/p/CFR-Lrfg0g3/?igshid=jfgbr1ilzhc9

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@thestuzy​  

Canto I - Stuzy, November 2016

So sweet, they think. So romantic in essence, in thought in love, in kindness, in look. How beautiful it is to be, but, how can beauty act so wickedly? Like Byron, how pure, how serenely sweetly expressed upon a lovers breast. How a spin of a coin in the air, can flip the degrees from love to violent ecstasy. When love and hate can be eaten from the same plate.  

Hands you thought that came to grace your face and act so tenderly, that moved o’er softly, can become the claw. Slip and scratch and wrap around a throat more. And love is stirred and switched to show, with heart rendering desire, to mark what it needs to know.

Until you plead, your flesh and spirit surrender, and spit the flame, gritted through fire, to burn upon your skin, waxed un-kind and solidify your bodily sins. Then once exposed, those feather kisses now bite to the bone.

Bedtime stories drop from a hand. Soft once his voice, that was was born with grace, in another land. Nosferatu taken his place, dilates your mind, made innocence a blur, with a turn of a head, from handsome, to tilt, to dread and drip ecstasy upon your tongue. The power in lust, speechless, but for a moan, a drop of a lip, now fearless and bold.

Unrecognisable.

Ecstasy & agony, screams for more as fingers forced to your apple core, eyes stream as the devil wants more. A fresh kill tastes more the sweeter, and you my dear are the eater. You’re half-betrayed, wanton with him, wrists you give now, desperate with need, to be stigmatised and remade completely.

Vile bodies, lips, wet then dry, in endless torment and perpetual motion, made erect by her pain, her pleasure, her emotion. Those nebulous eyes, the power of losing your disguise. So sadistic, so sultry, so perfect it is to be, noble and honest with your identity.

Then, at the end, ‘twixt enveloped upon your lap that you cradle, a head for fingers to fondle, with lips bruised and happy seals the ordeal. Love in all its complexity, returns with faith, and mind at peace, for truth is beauty and beauty truth and we need not be afraid, of what our love has made.

— Stuzy, November 2016

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back story_colleen miner by paul jung for byronesque_styling lana jay lackey

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The Decline of Luxury Fashion: A Personal Reflection

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The Decline of Luxury Fashion: A Personal Reflection