Posts Tagged ‘SlasHer’

It’s usually fun and exciting to be a princess; it’s something pseudo-magical that people (usually girls) aspire to be. You get to live in a large castle, eat fancy food, wear overly-expensive garish clothing, and generally do whatever you want. However, this all ended for me when I was 17. That was when my mother, an important queen, died and her throne was usurped. The old and terrible Madame Frontenac, who took over the monarchy, cast me, being the only living bloodline to the rightful queen, down to live in the depths of the rotting, abyssal basement.

The disused shithole had always been off-limits to me during youth, and it was readily apparent why. Firstly, the stench of the entire place was face-melting (and not in the yummy MDMA laced baked goods way, either). Secondly, the place was dimly lit and covered with dust & cobwebs. Thirdly, there simply wasn’t anything to do down here. So, not only was I bored and trapped indefinitely in this dismal catacomb, but all my fancy clothes, save for one party dress, were revoked and given to the Madame’s obese, repugnant daughter.Not like she even fit them FML.

I lost track of time nearly immediately, since there was no way to tell the fluctuation of light from the outside world. Every so often, a maid would bring me some food and, occasionally, some cleaning materials, since my title had apparently been downgraded from princess to basement janitor. “Princess Bea” was now, and seemingly forever, “Janitor Bea.” Cleaning this ill-used compound was degrading and, as time passed, I harbored a growing resentment towards the evil Madame Frontenac, wishing only to escape so I could see the look on her face while I relieved her of her head.

For months there was no hope of retribution; that is, until I discovered the ancient wooden door, hidden behind a decomposing dresser. The door led to an unlit hallway, which appeared to spiral down into the infinite black nothingness of the earth and smelled like a sewer. At first the door was of little significance, until the C.H.U.D came. The door was, in fact, the gateway to the kingdom of the cannibalistic humanoid underground dwellers! The C.H.U.D were very frightening in appearance, looking like mutant humans with glowing yellow eyes. They seemed unable to talk and, instead, made strange and terrifying grunting sounds. However, despite being utterly ghastly, they did not try to harm me. Instead, it was quite the opposite. The C.H.U.D would come out of hiding and gather around me like happy forest creatures while I did my chores in the basement. Eventually, the C.H.U.D adopted me as their own Princess, and my title was upgraded from “Janitor Bea” to “Princess Bea, Queen of the CHUD”.

The C.H.U.D were also angry at the Madame, who I assumed had something to do with the creation and subsequent imprisonment of the C.H.U.D, and they were willing to help me exact my revenge; for the C.H.U.D had tired of eating rats and rancid scraps of the underground, and they desired to dine on human flesh. When the time was right, we smashed our way out of our stygian tomb and set about reclaiming the fallen palatial abode. While the hired help were paralyzed by fear of the hideous mutants, the C.H.U.D dismembered and consumed them in vile and non-PC ways. These fiends from the dungeon depths quickly overran the castle and made short work of its inhabitants, all except for the Madame and her corpulent crotch fruit, who they trapped in the throne room.

At last I was set to have my revenge. I commanded the C.H.U.D to do away with the daughter and they set their ravenous teeth to her, ripping her limb from limb until not but a bloody pulp remained. For my own satisfaction and as payment for my banishing, I tore the Madame’s head off her very shoulders with uncanny C.H.U.D-inspired strength. The pleasant howls of the sated C.H.U.D. filled the blood-soaked room. I held the severed head above me at length and declared myself the proud and mighty Bea, Queen of the C.H.U.D.

For Mine is the kingdom and the power and the glory forever. Amen.

The Abbatoir Aristocrat

Tattered cloth juxtaposed with pearls and restrictive corsetry make for fashions worthy of a present-day princess with a taste for both the refined and the macabre. The girl who’ll rip out you digestive system, have it bronzed and use it as a tiara rack.

Constructed from sexy sheer layers of ravaged fabric, the SlasHer Girl’s Long Sleeved Shirt gives a raw edge to even the most frilly sugarcoated layer cake of a skirt. As if it were tailor made for a true queen of the underworld whose ultimate storybook happy ending is laden with severed heads.

Shred your shirts, not your dignity. A black PVC underbust corset works double duty by providing curvage and coverage simultaneously.

*Insert pearl necklace joke here*

Har har har…now that we got that out of the way…

A strategically placed accessory typically associated with all the trappings of the upper class softens up the slashed n’trashed top and lends an echo of cultivated beauty to your reign of glamour and terror. Stick to a single strand of pearls or an off-centered jeweled brooch for an air of lady-like elegance. I said ELEGANCE. Did you catch that? This means don’t pile on all the bling you stashed in your accessory drawer at once.

If you find traditional royal headwear to be too MySpace-scene-kid-tacky for your discerning tastes, pin an oversized purple leopard print lily into your lush locks instead. Look the part of a princess, not a royal mess.

A black petticoat trimmed with purple ribbons and ruffles worn in place of a skirt is truly befitting for nightclub royalty who love to flaunt their flair for the dramatic. And so, the next time you’re faced with the daunting dilemma of figuring out exactly what a girl should wear to a formal garden party, thrown in her honor by grotesquely deformed sewer dwelling creatures, go with the crinoline. Skip the overskirt. Some garments technically classified as underwear are just too pretty to remain hidden.

What’s this? Floor-sweeping skirts aren’t exactly your flavor? Try one of these short, but still decidedly sweet alternatives currently in stock on Lippy’s website right now:

Style #73-300-001 Ghoul School Voile Mini Skirt in the Black/Purple colorway.

Style #83-3-02 Victorian Mourning Side Zip Layered Mini Skirt in the Dark Purple colorway.

Glass slippers might’ve worked in Walt Disney’s adaptation of Cinderella, but you’re just not that kind of princess. Fetish meets fairytale in the form of black PVC knee-high boots laced with alternating black and purple satin ribbon. Guaranteed to stay put on your feet before, during, and after the ball.

Bone printed stockings showcase the pride you hold in your majestic and dignified man-devouring C.H.U.D heritage. For the C.H.U.D are a proud and noble race.

The updo is DEAD! Long live anything but…

Unless you favor the PedoBear-approved kiddie beauty pageant contestant look, I’d say that it’s time to give those overly crispy curls shellacked on top of your head a rest. In the kingdom of Lethal Style, loose waves hold court. The creation of which I’ve previously discussed in further detail here.

Alternatively, you can try this no fuss quick n’ painless straightener method:

Or pay some nice people in Hong Kong to send you a wig :)

Royal Blush

De-prissify dainty pinks and pastel purples once and for all with a punch of charcoal. Y’know, in case you were secretly worried about looking like an Easter Egg.

General Prep Work

You will need:

Moisturizer, Primer, Concealer, Matte liquid Foundation, Foundation Brush, Translucent Powder, Powder brush, Eyeshadow primer

1. 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.
2. Before proceeding any further, allow your skin to properly absorb the moisturizer. This should take about 10 minutes.
3. 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!
4. Nix blemishes and skin discoloration by gently patting concealer over the trouble area. Follow by blending with your ring finger.
5. 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.
6. Set everything in place by finishing off with a thin coat of translucent powder. Use a full, round shaped powder brush for optimal results.
7. Prep your lids with eyeshadow primer to neutralize the colour of your lids, which in turn makes for brighter more vibrant shadow. It also prevents said shadow from creasing.

Eyes

You will need:

Eyeshadow Primer, Eyeliner that matches your hair color if you draw your eyebrows in, Makeup sealer (optional), Black eyeliner, Violet pigment, Charcoal pigment, Light pink eyshadow, Frosty off white eyeshadow, Eyeshadow brush with a round/tapered edge, Blending brush, Fluffy eyeshadow brush, Eyelash curler, Black Mascara

1. Prep your brows by filling them in with a pencil and softening the lines with a small brush or drawing them in if you don’t have them. Eyebrowless ladies like myself should make sure to use a pencil that matches their hair color. After you’re satisfied with the shape of your brows, feel free to seal them with a single coat of a makeup sealer. Last but not least, lightly coat your entire eyelid area with an eyeshadow primer, to build a smooth base for your shadows, pigments and liners.
2. Apply clear adhesive tape starting at the outer corner of your eye and extend to the end of your eyebrow. Press down gently with your finger to smooth it out. This little trick gives your eyeshadow an extremely pronounced hard edge, which creates a clean and defined shape.
3. Take an eyeshadow brush with a round/tapered edge and wet it a little. Dip your dampened brush into the violet pigment and gently tap — DO NOT SWIPE — the pigment across your entire eyelid from lashline to crease. Don’t worry if you get excess pigment on the tape. Once you’re done with your eye makeup and peel the sticky stuff off, I assure you that any messes you might have made will magically disappear.
4. Using a blending brush, add some charcoal pigment to the outer crease of your eye and bring it down to your lashline on the outer corner of your eyelid. This is also known as the “outer V”. Blend into the violet pigment from Step #3. If you shave and draw your brows on, you can extend the pigment past your crease and onto the lower part of your browbone, since you obviously have more room to work with. Once again, ignore any fallout that might have ended up on the area you previously taped off.
5. Starting at the inner corner of your eye, using a small fluffy eyeshadow brush tap some light pink eyeshadow outward toward the “V” of charcoal you applied in Step 4. Blend into the violet pigment you added in Step #3. Eyebrowless girls and boys have the option to extend the pigment past the crease and onto the lower part of their browbone the same way they did in Step 4.
   At this point, the outer part of your crease (and parts of your browbone if you’re brow-less) should be lovely shade of charcoal, while the inner part should be a light pink. Blend both shades into each other at their meeting point, which should lie somewhere at the halfway point in the crease of your eye.
6. Clean the fluffy eyeshadow brush you used in the previous step. Sweep some frosty off white shadow directly under your eyebrows (doesn’t matter if they’re drawn on or natural). Blend the frosty off white eyeshadow into the two colors that you’ve blended into your crease in Step 5, the charcoal and the light pink.
7. 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. Most of the color should be concentrated in the outer corner. I find that it’s easiest to put on eyeliner after eyeshadow and before mascara. Curl your eyelashes with an eyelash curler and top off with 2 coats of black mascara.
   Now would be a good time to remove the tape and admire your eyeshadow blending skills!

Cheeks

You will need:

Blush brush, Rose pink blush, Bronzer, Highlighter

1. Swipe some pressed bronzer onto your blush brush.
2. Starting mid-cheek, going towards your ear, apply the bronzer into the hollows of your cheeks using short, up-and-down vertical strokes. Darker shades will give the illusion of the hollows of your cheeks receding.
3. Now, using the same technique, add a rose pink blush to the apples of your cheeks, which will cause them to protrude. Use translucent powder to blend between the two colors in order to avoid obvious lines. This ain’t Ru Paul’s Drag Race, where such things might be more acceptable.
4. For added glow, blend a small amount of highlighter powder into the tops of your cheekbones. This will enhance the definition of your bone structure.

Lips

You will need:

Rose pink liner, frosted fuchsia lipstick

1. Use a rose pink lip liner to fill in your lips, starting at the center of your natural lip line and moving toward the outer corners. Filling in your entire lip area will not only make an excellent base for color, but it will also prevent the bleeding and feathering of your lipstick.
2. For some delicious lips reminiscent of sugary baked goods, grab your frosted fuchsia lipstick and beginning in the center of your upper lip, gently press the tube into the flesh of your lip and then proceed to roll it over the entire top lip area, working toward the edges. Repeat the process on your bottom lip. Being spotted with lipstick on your teeth is considered a major beauty blunder! Prevent potential slippage by placing a finger in your mouth, closing your lips around it and then removing said finger. This will remove any excess lip junk.

Photography:Alas Vera

Model- “Princess Bea: Queen of the C.H.U.D”: Vanity Kills

Location: The terrifying basement of my old apartment in Buffalo, NY

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Cellar Heat

I glanced into the aged, dirty bathroom mirror one last time. It reflected a pallid, blue eyed, bottle redhead and something else most people couldn’t put their hands on. They called it a “presence”, they called it “snobbery”, they called it “The Condescending Whore Syndrome”. Whatever. I called it having nothing in common with them.

Not to mention that my cold, calculated distance drew these simple creatures in like the moth to a flame. I mean, really, come to think of it, my modus operandi was nothing short of flawless.

I fabricated this unattainable persona that evoked the awe and admiration of all these losers. It was child’s play. All it really took was a tightly corseted waist, glossy hair, mile high shoes rarely seen outside of strip clubs, or other such establishments of ill repute. Walking in like you owned the fucking place. Correction: KNOWING that you did. I’d stand just barely outside the perimeter of the dance floor on a weekly basis, drink in one hand, red and black handheld fan in the other. Sneering in disdain at the masses of flesh writhing before me in an awkward, off beat fashion as I aloofly fanned myself. How badly they wished to be me. How alien yet desirable the concept of style and grace must have been to them. Oh…and how I ever exploited that very longing…

Was there anything a boy wouldn’t do to have me on his arm?

Would a girl not sell her soul to swap style secrets with me in the bathroom in-between re-applying fresh coats of lip gloss?

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This damn near deification made my job as a predator that much easier.

Starved for my attention, they’d nearly fall to their knees in reverence at the tiniest acknowledgment of their existence. I’d feign interest long enough to persuade them to follow me into the venue’s cellar. On average it usually took about 10 minutes, before they allowed themselves to be escorted into the damp, dark recesses of the dilapidated dive bar they frequented every Saturday night like clockwork. I’m not sure if they expected drugs, carnal pleasures or any combination of the above, but in the end it mattered none to me.

I did however enjoy watching the anticipation of temporal indulgence transform into fear. It lasted about a nanosecond, but I always wished that I could freeze time in order to prolong it. You could say that I got off on it. Yeah, if anything had ever come close to evoking arousal in me, it was that delightful fleeting moment where their pupils would dilate, muscles grew stiff with adrenaline and their hearts synced to the beat of the Hocico song currently being played upstairs.

And then I disposed of them.

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The method in which I took their life varied from weekend to weekend, depending greatly on my mood, my outfit and the amount of fight that my prey had in them. I won’t get into detail, as a lady needs to keep her secrets. I don’t ask you how you play with your toys, now do I? It’s none of my business, really. I only ask that I be allowed the courtesy of keeping my private life private in return.

I will however confess to finding great joy in watching them expire to the tune of Suicide Commando’s “Bind Torture Kill”, because I love nothing more than the deliciousness of irony. It’s as if the DJ upstairs knew of my extracurricular cellar activities. Accept that he didn’t. Which made everything a tenfold more satisfying.

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I enjoyed out- of- towners, which were a rarer but a significantly more aesthetically appealing treat the most. Cute rivet boys with their dyed black undercuts and asymmetrical lip rings. Lithe, statuesque deathrock girls with hair that seemingly defied gravity. Being entertained by these gorgeous specimens for the duration of an evening in my humble underground abode always made me feel like life is worth living. Come dawn, if they still had a face, I’d even kiss them.

A loud thudding suddenly put an end to my seemingly endless string of daydreams and musings on the fine points of separating skin from tissue (It’s so cliché and you’re totally going to laugh, but I did occasionally enjoy wearing the faces of exquisitely beautiful young ladies, much like Venetians enjoyed their silly gilded masks). The resident DJ began playing that godawful C-Drone-Defect track complete with those banal American Psycho samples and all the males felt it was their duty to battle it out on the dance floor in a pathetic display of their alleged manhood. Their lame little Testosterone Fest managed to irritate me every single time. That song should have been retired six years ago. And American Psycho samples? Are you serious? Stomping around to that garbage makes those little boys who fail in every other aspect of their life, both professional and romantic feel like such big strong men for a whole five and a half minutes.

Yet all that manly bullshit is nowhere to be found when I’m shoving their intestines down their throat.

Alas it’s time to stop lollygagging about this dusty old cellar and allow myself to be absorbed by the party atmosphere of the main floor. As usual they will all stop and stare when I walk in. Study my every movement with bated breath, wishing, hoping and waiting for their lucky day when they’re finally granted the access to my private sanctuary to arrive.

None care for their dearly departed friends.

Awaiting their turn with utmost anxiety leaves them with no time for mourning.

I applied one final coat of mascara, winked at the redhead in the mirror and seized the night.

For a crime scene chic look that kills:

You needn’t resort to played out “shock tactics” such as dousing yourself from head to toe in a gallon of Party City purchased blood to slay the heart of the cute boy at the bar. The line between “gory glam” and “gaudy” is a fine one indeed. Choose form fitting, feminine pieces that hint subtly at the macabre for an ensemble that’s wearable outside of October 31st related festivities and Psyclon Nine shows.

Nothing says “serial killer swagger” like a pre-shredded top! No, Ma’am, no more late night DIY butcher knife-meets-shirt surgery for you. Try the SlasHer Girl’s Long Sleeved Shirt, already sliced and diced for your convenience. Alas if baring an exposed midriff on a crowded subway en route to the club, puts the HO in HOmicide too much for your liking, pair with a red and black polka dot waist cincher. Now your split personalities can finally be at peace. The slutty femme fatale can enjoy the sheer black “leaves just enough to the imagination” top while the more modest yet figure enhancing aspects of the corset will appease your slightly more demure side. Figuring out how to stop your alter egos from executing unsuspecting individuals is another story though

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Peekaboo underwear which repeats the cincher’s pattern in a slightly different, yet still relevant color scheme showcases your rack as a most definite point of interest. Don’t get pissed off if some tool doesn’t know what color your eyes are, but let him buy you a ton of drinks anyway.

Visceral statement making neckwear, such as this piece inspired by a certain blood pumping cardiac muscle lets the world know that you have nice jugs AND passed 10th grade anatomy.

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Create a sweetly sadistic silhouette with Institutionalized Bondage Stretch Twill Houdini’s Assistant Hobble Skirt. The massive D-rings provide a nice alternative for chicks who always secretly wished to be cenobites, but didn’t want to deal with the whole messy process of HAVING GIANT MEAT HOOKS JUST CHILLIN’ IN THE FLESH OF THEIR THIGHS.

Slightly immodest but nonetheless related addendum: Girrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrl, the back of that skirt is a one way ticket to Free Drink City. And that is all I’m sayin’.

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Spooky stockings adorned with bones collected from your victims (serial murderers do love to keep trophies, don’t you know?) combined with glossy black vinyl “refined harlot” fetish footwear turn you into one sexy sociopath.

For a drop dead gore-geous do:

Flat iron hair within every inch of its life.
Then flat iron it again.

Skully hair accessories such as Dia De Los Muertos inspired hair flowers and “little ghoul lost” bows in a complementary crimson shade say “I’m playful, yet predatory”.

This week, renowned Buffalo, NY makeup artist Rachel Mazzie gives you the scoop on achieving truly KILLER eyes and lips.

Skin:

Step 1: Rachel applied a foundation primer all over my face in order to ensure a smooth, flake free application

Step 2: She then applied a liquid foundation with a foundation brush.

Step 3: To camouflage any discoloration of the skin, Rachel attacked trouble spots with a concealer corrector which she applied using a concealer brush.

Step 4: She finished by adding a dusting of translucent high definition powder to set the foundation in place.

Eyes:

Using a brush with a tapered edge, Rachel applied light purple pearl paint shadow to the outer lid.

She then proceeded to add some white shimmery shadow to the inner lid also with the help of a tapered edge brush .

Rachel accentuated the crease with some darker purple eye shadow which she applied using a crease brush.

Black falsies applied were applied to the lashes for an ultra dreamy gaze

Both top and bottom lids of the eye were lined with purple eye liner.

Cheeks:

Rachel swiped some pink blush on my cheekbones using a blush brush

Lips:

Rachel filled in my lips with pink lipliner. Then mixed pink lipstick with shiny sand hued lig gloss which she then applied to my lips using a small lip brush.

Q: “What do you think when you see a pretty girl walking down the street?”
A: “One side of me says, ‘I’d like to talk to her, date her’. The other side of me says, ‘I wonder how her head would look on a stick?”

–Edmund Kemper

Credits:

Photography:

Luke Copping
http://www.lukecopping.com

Model:

Vanity Kills
http://www.modelmayhem.com/vanitykills

MUA:

Rachel Mazzie
http://www.modelmayhem.com/rachelmazzie

Taken in the glorious basement of Prometheus 233 studios in Buffalo, NY.

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