3.14.2009

WHICH WHITE WITCH? SPRING LOOKS

WHILE IT PROMISES TO BE ANOTHER MISERABLE MARCH FULL OF LOATHSOME PARTIES, CRASS DINNERS AND DRAB ORGIES, I'M HOLDING MY NEW BIBLE (QUEST FOR THE WHITE WITCH, BY TANITH LEE) LIKE A LAMP UPON MY FASHION FOOT STEPS, DRAPING MY CHAMBERS IN SILKEN FINERIES, ENAMELING MY NAILS IN SHADES OF LIME, BURNISHING MY BROW IN SCALES OF GOLD. THE LOOK IS A DARK TAN WITH A CORAL BINDI TO DAM THE FLOW OF ENERGY OUT OF THE 6TH CHAKRA. HIDE YOUR HALO UNDER A SCARF OR TURBAN IN SUNNY YELLOW, AND PROTECT YOUR HONER UNDER A VEIL OF VIRGINAL WHITE. EMBELLISH YOUR EARTHLY SOUL WITH STRINGS OF PEARL AND ARMLETS OF JADE. CONDUCT A CACOPHONY OF CLASHING TRINKETS WHEN YOU WALK, LISTEN TO THE BALMY WIND RUSTLE THROUGH YOUR BEADED CURTAINS, AND SEDUCE A HEADY SCENT INTO THE AIR WITH CANDLES AND FRAGRANT OILS. A FAINTING COUCH, A POTTED PALM, A SPRIG OF GRAPES, A TRAY OF BLUEBERRY AND DARK CHOCOLATE. FETCH ME MY MANSERVANT, I NEED MY TEMPLES MASSAGED.

THE WOMAN, THE VAMP




MIDNIGHT IN THE GARDEN.






YOU COULD TALK ME IN, TALK ME INTO IT IF YOU WANTED TO.


CHIC SHEIK.










LIKE A QUEEN ON HER THRONE.






THE MAN, WARRIOR, FOOL, FEY

DASHING IN DASHIKI.



BOW DOWN BEFORE THE ONE YOU SERVE, YOUR'E GOING TO GET WHAT YOU DESERVE.



GIVE THEM EVERYTHING OR GIVE THEM NOTHING.







DESERT ROSE.





DAZZLING DERVISH.







WITCH, PRIESTESS, WOMYN




FROM THE NIPPLE TO THE BOTTLE, NEVER SATISFIED.




VEILED FOR VANITY.







SHE'S GOING TO TELL YOU A SECRET.



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