The Filthy Mouth Of Fashion
Raven is a black haired girl that rarely goes out without her dark, black lipstick. In fact she rarely goes out at all. In the comfort of her dark, green wallpapered bedroom where nude photography fills in the space, surrounding her with still, frozen beauty she enjoys her loneliness.
The day scares her off. There’s something about the brightness, the exposure and the awkwardness of day light that makes her want to stay in until dusk. Not that she is a vampire of any sorts, even though her white porcelain skin is something she tries her best to take care of. It’s the lack of mystery, a certain absence of grace that she tries to escape as much as she can. The subtle light, the late evening flare, it’s when the shadows come and dance on the skin and the bright lights of the city awaken. When the colors get darker, blurring our vision, smoothing the imperfections and letting it’s strange mystery float around… that’s when Raven wakes herself up from her usual nap, puts on a pair of black satin heels to get ready. She’ll walk in the middle of the night by herself, black on her lips. The sound of her heels resonating in the empty streets.