Don't let the wolf into your bed. He'll take your soul then eat your head. Inside the honey hollow space, licking his fingertips of cake. He brings the whirling deep in your heart, then sings as twirling demons of dark. To take you down beneath the ridge, to where is found his silent bridge. Still is the water green and thick, he'll drag you under with his stick. See flaxen gold floats there through the mist; he killed someone's daughter with his wick, an arm with grey skin bobs slowly in the pit. No don't let the wolf creep in your door, he'll take you in sleep to his chamber of horror. Are you dreaming? No use pleading. Are you dreaming? He'll soon be feeding.
SuicideGirls… became famous for embracing beauty in every shape and form — meaning bodies covered in tattoos, having bright-colored hair, and being outside of traditional beauty norms were celebrated. The name comes from the idea that women who commit “social suicide” by being different come together.
A nation wide art-sleaze phenomenon.
It’s like a punk rock Vogue…with artful nude photos of women.
Fifteen years ago, a small-but-passionate community that celebrated beauty in alternative, pinup-style photography was born. It was called SuicideGirls.
They’re the girls next door - but more colorful and with better record collections.
SuicideGirls respond… in the best way possible.
The meeting place for people interested in alternative lifestyles.
SuicideGirls is as much about community as it is about naked photos of tattooed women.
SuicideGirls is redefining concepts of beauty across the globe.