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Winter Simbelmyne's Interests
General
..I n s p i r a t i o n|I n t e r e s t s Mythology & Legend (Norse, Germanic, Slavic & Celt in particular), the ocean & it's creatures, ancient cultures & ancient history, medieval history, germany, photography, huldra, poltergeists, Rusalka, great whites, the occult, winter, Lisa Gerrard's work, Julia Margaret Cameron's work, epic soundtracks,Photography|Costume design|Prop design. Duende.
I n s p i r a t i o n|A r t
Arthur Rackham, Konstantin Vasiliev, Norman Lindsay, Julia Margaret Cameron, Kay Nielsen, Gustave Dore, Harry Clarke, Henry Justice Ford, Zdzislaw Beksinski, J.W.Waterhouse, Paul Delaroche.
Music
..I n s p i r a t i o n|M u s i c
Haunting, Other Worldly, Black Metal, advantgardistic, neo-classical, Ethereal, Medieval, Folk, Dark Ambient, Epic Soundtracks...
Movies
..I n s p i r t a t i o n|F i l m
The Lord Of the Rings Trilogy. Braveheart. Perfume, Story Of A Murderer. Elizabeth. The Blair Witch. Powder. The Last Unicorn. The Storyteller by Jim Henson.
Books
..I n s p i r a t i o n|B o o k s
J.R.R Tolkien's work, Perfume - Patrick Suskind, The Company of Wolves - Angela Carter.
The living come with grassy tread To read the gravestones on the hill; The graveyard draws the living still, But never anymore the dead. The verses in it say and say: "The ones who living come today To read the stones and go away Tomorrow dead will come to stay." So sure of death the marbles rhyme, Yet can't help marking all the time How no one dead will seem to come. What is it men are shrinking from? It would be easy to be clever And tell the stones: Men hate to die And have stopped dying now forever. I think they would believe the lie.
Oh wow sweety, now THAT'S by far the BEST compliment I've ever received...EVER! It's such a cute thought to envisage your lil face peeping out from the shadows of a dark and crowded night club as I drunkenly stumbled by in all my glory - hahaa!
Thanks for sharing that story, cheered me up no end! *huggles*
The wild winds weep And the night is a-cold; Come hither, Sleep, And my griefs infold: But lo! the morning peeps Over the eastern steeps, And the rustling birds of dawn The earth do scorn.
Lo! to the vault Of paved heaven, With sorrow fraught My notes are driven: They strike the ear of night, Make weep the eyes of day; They make mad the roaring winds, And with tempests play.
Like a fiend in a cloud, With howling woe, After night I do crowd, And with night will go; I turn my back to the east, From whence comforts have increas'd; For light doth seize my brain With frantic pain.
Aww I would be a bit anxious too, but you're a great artist and everyone is there to worship you and your lovely representation and paying to come so be happy!
Chauvel cinema is nice and I hope I don't miss out on cheeses in balls like they had there last time, I'm sure you will find heaps of opportunities coming to you aswell, in the form of magazine people!
Le chat m'a dit qu'il vous aime. S'il pourrait parler, il vous dirait qu'il ne pouvait pas vivre un jour sans vous. Tel est la nature de votre rapport.
He Remembers Forgotten Beauty William Butler Yeats
When my arms wrap you round I press My heart upon the loveliness That has long faded from the world; The jewelled crowns that kings have hurled In shadowy pools, when armies fled; The love-tales wrought with silken thread By dreaming ladies upon cloth That has made fat the murderous moth; The roses that of old time were Woven by ladies in their hair, The dew-cold lilies ladies bore Through many a sacred corridor Where such grey clouds of incense rose That only God's eyes did not close: For that pale breast and lingering hand Come from a more dream-heavy land, A more dream-heavy hour than this; And when you sigh from kiss to kiss I hear white Beauty sighing, too, For hours when all must fade like dew. But flame on flame, and deep on deep, Throne over throne where in half sleep, Their swords upon their iron knees, Brood her high lonely mysteries.
Dearest Jade :)) Thanks so much for your lovely comment. I'm pleased you liked the new mask , I had alot of fun creating her!! I love the b&w picture you commented on, I think Chris made me into a 1920's dark queen of the silent screen ;) Tanith XXX
ARKANE PRESENTS THE DEBUT ALBUM -"ENRAPTURED SERENE MESMERISM" -
- FOCUSING EXCLUSIVELY ON THE DARK SYMPHONIC NEO-CLASSICAL IDIOM CHARACTERISED BY AN INTENSE SOUNDTRACK-ISH ATMOSPHERE THAT EMPHASIZES ON THE ENTRANCING, MESMERIZING AESTHETICS OF SEDUCTION-
