Canadian photographer Dana Borbley is a master at creating portrait images that haunt and intrigue.
354 Days Of Dark Art : 3 / Dana Borbely
Sound Of The Day : Akhlys
Hell, I wish that I'd heard USBM project Akhlys lass year because their album The Dreaming I would have definitely made it onto my top albums of 2015 list. Give it a listen. It's fucking magnificent. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m_SK1Gn63f0
My Other Shadows : Day Nine
This loneliness is a cave the end of which only one light can reach to illuminate.
365 Days Of Dark Art : 2 / Acacia Johnson
Acacia Johnson is a young artist originally from Alaska who traverses the circumpolar North photographing what she finds there. Her photos don't automatically fall into the category of 'dark art' but some of her images have a darkness which simply can't be ignored.
365 Days Of Dark Art : 1 / Horka Dolls
Welcome to 2016 and to a new series which, as you've seen in the title, is going to last for the rest of the year. For my first dark artist entry, I'll be focusing my attention on the extraordinarily eerie art dolls conjured up out of magic and porcelain by Polish artist Klaudia Gaugier AKA… Continue reading 365 Days Of Dark Art : 1 / Horka Dolls
My Other Shadows : Day Eight
I am unsure of where my love ends and my sadness begins.
Sound Of The Day : Forndom
I'm highly anticipating the release of Dauðra Dura, the debut album from Swedish project Forndom. As this is the case, I though the ideal song to start the New Year off with would be one that we have been allowed to sample. Resan is a beautiful, meditative track that I've been looping for a very… Continue reading Sound Of The Day : Forndom
My Other Shadows : Day Seven
And from my broken heart, a winter garland grows.
Seeing The New Year In With The Rats
Seeing in the New Year with my Norwegian Rat Skakke hoddie - the comfiest, warmest, most unique hoodie I've ever owned. Review coming soon on. If you can't wait though, and want one NOW, there's a really epic sale going on.
My Other Shadows : Day Six
I wear every fur you have given me, but winter, with his insatiable appetite, calls loudly for my blood.
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 