Kisses on the foreheads of the lovers wrapped in your arms You've been hiding them in hollowed out pianos left in the dark Got the music in you baby, tell me why Got the music in you baby, tell me why You've been locked in here forever and you just can't say goodbye Your lips, my lips, apocalypse Your lips, my lips, apocalypse Go and sneak us through the rivers flood is rising up on your knees, oh please Come out and haunt me, I know you want me Come out and haunt me
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.