Watching her Strolling in the night so white Wondering why It's only after dark In her eyes A distant fire light Burns bright Wondering why It's only after dark I find myself in her room Feel the fever of my doom Falling falling through the floor I'm knocking on the devil's door In the dawn I wake up to find her gone And a note says Only after dark Burning burning in the flame Now I know her secret name You can tear her temple down But she'll be back and rule again In my heart a deep and dark And lonely part want's her and wait's for after dark
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.