Gemma Watd at Alexander Mcqueen Fall 2006
what to wear when…clawing from the grave to roam the woods for prey. powerful and half-mad from hunger, her jaws yawning open, jowls quivering in fury. her teeth gnash and grind, her eyes blaze and burn. venom gushes through her thick-as-rope veins that bulge blue beneath translucent skin, poison pulsing gently under taut muscles. she’s convulsing, craving, livid and snarling, tossing her head and flinging frothy spittle, snapping her jaws. she’s feral; there’s no taming her now.
post 39 of an infinity-part series