Japanese Nouveau Glam Goth//model: Paula (Muse NYC)//photographer: Vikram Pathak (here)//source: Dirty Flaws
The crude creation of our pleasure was limited only by our sense of shame. A cracked veneer on the surface of our societal realities exposed the truth of our world, a world we knew nothing about. Light shimmered through the dusty, spider webbed pathways of shattered constructions creating spectacular patterns upon our faces and bodies. And, for the first time, we felt undeniably free of everything we had once imagined real. There were no boundaries imposed by larger groups and angry people. There were no sneers or bewildered glares. In the brightness of our rebellion we had no shame in our entire beings for only then, alone with ourselves, were we able to breathe free.
