Automatic Lover

“Don’t you wanna end up with this mister, ah?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones. Say it, sexy,
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey?
Don’t you wanna end up with this mister, ah?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones. Say it, sexy,
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey?

From the automatic lover’s store
To the first floor of your backroom door.
From the spin-spin of the fickle swirl
In a freak-freak dance of the showroom girl.
From the plead-plead when you really want in
To the knead-knead ’fore the blanket-spin.
From the flush-flush of the bed-time art
To the raging heart when she doesn’t do her part.

Do you like it, yeah?
Don’t you wanna end up with this mister, ah?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones. Say it, sexy,
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey?
Don’t you wanna end up with this mister, ah?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones. Say it, sexy,
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey?

Out the door-door to the dance-dance hall,
To the bawl-bawl of the bar room brawl.
From the drink-drink until on the floor
To the blink-blink of the girl next door,
To the rock-rock until off the hinge,
To the luck-luck to complete the binge.
From the rush-rush when you’re feeling bored
To the second floor of your homeroom door,
To the plead-plead when you really want in
And the knead-knead ’fore the blanket-spin.
From the fug-fug of the bedroom air
To the hug-hug of the professional lair,
To the automatic lover’s store
Where it feel-feels much less like a chore,
To the lick-lick of the lipstick lip,
To the electric trip of the perfect strip.

Don’t you wanna end up with this mister, ah?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones. Say it, sexy,
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey?
Don’t you wanna end up with this mister, ah?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones. Say it, sexy,
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey?

Hey you. Are you oh-oh, are you?
I owe you a go-go, are you
Nothing but an oh-oh yeah?
I owe you a kissy baby.

Don’t you wanna end up with this mister, ah?
He is just being nice with his kisses and he
Thinks you’re not one of the smart ones. Say it, sexy,
Doesn’t seem like you want that kind of honey, honey?”

_{[ Automatic Lover – Theatre of Tragedy ]}


I think the title and the image are pretty explanatory by themselves.
The aim was to suggest the idea of the euphemistic “automamatic lover” in a subtle yet provocative way, just like the song it’s inspired by. I don’t know if I succeded, but I’m really satisfied with this shoot in general: it has a Vogue-esque look which I really love!

Photo, concept, editing, styling: GothicNarcissus Photography
Model, grooming: Jimmy Richter


Ps: a giudicare dalla paga, mi sa che l'hanno scambiato per una ragazza e affittato per un bunga bunga party in quel di Arcore...