In Abandoned Places Part II

Wednesday, December 2nd, 2009 by Vanity Kills

Tags: achtung playtime, Fetish, military chic, post apocalyptic fashion, vanity kills
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My ambitions were always bigger than what the shitty suburbs of Maryland could hold. I got my first hat at age five. I don’t mean a stupid baseball cap, I mean a replica soviet-revolutionary cap. I got my first sword at age 10 – again, not a medieval broadsword as most children may have interest in, but something more akin to battle in the U.S. Civil War. I built my first podium at age 13 – to give uplifting speeches of progress to my peers. Well, not that I had any actual peers of course; a great leader has few equals.

Some years later, as the cacophony of continuous Techno Body Music smothered the airwaves, telling me who the bitch was and asking how I wanted her, I decided that the only thing a true leader could do was to start a music project of his own to fight against the stagnant monotony of contemporary club music. Suicide Commando was due for a successor and who better than myself? I had spiky hair, a long evil coat and a copy of Cubase…the choice could not be any clearer. Terror EBM would live again.

Now, I quickly realized that no normal recording studio would suit my project. Anyone can sit at their home computer and write a masterpiece, but a true leader would need something more fitting, more…grandiose. Which brought me to Pelican Island, the home of a massive abandoned bunker (or, as I had already nicknamed it, Bunker Gate 7). I decided that this place was the only fitting home for my studio. Imagine: 10 rooms of old world glory, with no purpose but to reverberate the evil and terrifying sounds of terror. And to seal the deal, any blood in these rooms was totally legit. I knew it would be difficult to set up shop here (I’d have to transport the laptop and midi controller all the way out here), but it would be well worth it.

Once the studio was finished there was pretty much no reason to leave the glory of my fortified haven. Months went by, filled with not but the synthetic sounds of digital synthesizers and the clanking of drum machines. Not a day went by that lacked harsh, pounding beats and a fistful of slamming synthlines. I even ordered a Boss SE-50 for my pitch-shifted vocals, but it seems the mailtruck can’t make it out to the bunker…so I haven’t recorded any vocals yet.

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Several more months went by and my album progressed. At last, all it needed was vocals. Apparently I would have to leave the bunker at last to find the lost mailtruck which held my precious package…the very package containing the future voice of the world’s most powerful and influential terror ebm artist! Upon exiting, however, I learned the world had suffered from a dire fate. Apparently the mail truck wasn’t the only thing that was not making deliveries on time. The smell of charred corpses in the air brought visions of a great war into my head. What was the cause of this destruction and chaos? Surely the world was be ensnared in a global conflict! Unfortunately, there was no particular evidence to prove this theory. Where was the sound of bombers flying overhead? The distant thud of tanks and mortars firing on the enemy? The screams of soldiers dying? Well, in any case something had gone wrong…on a massive scale. People were gone; buildings were broken and decaying; the air reeked with a strange putridity. What the hell was going on?

Actually, “this is fantastic” I thought to myself. It seems that in my time alone, shielded from the outside world (literally!), I had risen through the ranks to become, in fact, ultimate dictator of the world!

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Walking through the ruins of the world, I stop to observe my territory. I climb the ruins of an old house and survey all that lies before me (aka my dominion). The world is desolate, and more than ever it needs a strong leader. I raise my hand and give an uplifting speech. We must not fold, but carry on and rebuild! With me at the helm, we will refurbish this build into the ultimate club! It will be nothing but Terror EBM, seven days a week. I could never tire of Tactical Sekt and TV screens showing Hellraiser 2.

The journey is long and the goal is vague, but I will prevail. Along the way, even the most glorious of leaders needs to eat. Unfortunately the local grocer seems to have been demolished. Fortunately, a leader must possess skills that allow him to remain stalwart even in uncertain times. I am a seasoned woodsman, and so I easily forage for delicious berries to keep me alive until I can find some mortar to patch up these ruins.

Each night I dream of progress and the future of my dominion as a sprawling sanctuary of glorious terror ebm. In my dreams, I see myself standing above the masses; beside me a cute blonde haired girl in a red vinyl dress who is beautiful and strong enough to be my right hand. What sort of omen is this? I must not give up the struggle…the wheels of progress will turn once more!

World Domination is serious business. Dress accordingly.

Pay homage to your inner megalomaniac with an updated rendition of propaganda poster fashions.

Dictatorial by design Chick’s Colonel Uniform Jacket in the red/black colorway from Lippy’s 2005 Achung Playtime line redefines power suiting for a post-Apocalyptic future. The coat’s strong shoulders and sleek cuts blur the gender line while commanding attention and power.

Note: Our decidedly male hero is of rather slender stature (Read: I want that skinny bastard’s metabolism), thus he can get away with fetishistic militant androgyny. For your big, burly men may I suggest the Coat of Arms Long Coat from Division LS III (currently on closeouts) instead?

The club is a battlefield! Crush the enemy (and absorb their power) to the tune of Tactical Sekt’s “Give me Violence” in buckled boots.

A basic black stretch poplin top conceals the coat’s peek-a-boo front, thus allowing for more male friendly wear.

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Hair Victory!

The key to styling Dan’s hair lies in:

-Wetting it

-Rubbing it with a towel.

-Spraying it with a freezing spray that promises “screaming hold” and comes in an airhorn shaped container.

-Haphazardly trimming the ends that are too long to stand up on their own.

And then washing it all out in order to adhere to the business casual dress code of his government IT job.

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Real Men Wear Guyliner (and Manscara)

Drop the macho bullshit, boys and get kohled out. Alas please DO resist the urge to draw vines, inverted crosses or anything previously seen in a motion picture starring Brandon Lee on your face.

Face

You will need

Moisturizer ,Primer, Concealer, Matte liquid Foundation, Foundation Brush, Translucent Powder, Powder brush.

Wash your face with a cleanser formulated especially for your skin type. Rinse thoroughly and pat dry with a soft cloth. Prep your skin with moisturizer before applying concealer in order to ensure a smoother, flake free application.
Before proceeding any further allow your skin to properly absorb the moisturizer. This should take about 10 minutes.
Since foundation worn alone often has a nasty habit of settling in the fine lines around your mouth, near your eyes and on your forehead, I highly recommend using a primer after you’ve moisturized your face. Utilizing a small amount of primer helps to fill in unflattering expression lines, pores and scars, thus allowing foundation to actually do its job!
Nix blemishes and skin discoloration by gently patting concealer over the trouble area. Follow by blending with your ring finger.
Apply a matte liquid foundation that best matches your skin tone to your face and neck with a foundation brush (A full dome shaped brush works beautifully). Start by applying small dots in the center of your face and then moving outward].
Set everything in place by finishing off with a thin coat of translucent powder. Use a full, round shaped powder brush for optimal results.

Eyes:

You will need:

Black eyeliner

Line your bottom lid starting from the outer corner of your eye, slowly making your way toward the inner corner with your favorite brand of black kohl eyeliner. Smudge slightly with Q-tip for a pseudo disheveled look. You’re a man after all!