The Art Of Suicide

“The Art of Suicide,
Pretty and clean,
Conveys a theatrical scene.
‘Alas, I’m gone!’ she cried,
Ankles displayed
Melodramatically laid.
Under the arches
Of moonlight and sky,
Suddenly easy
To contemplate why,
Why...

Why live a life
That’s painted with pity
And sadness and strife?
Why dream a dream
That’s tainted with trouble
And less than it seems?
Why bother bothering
Just for a poem
Or another sad song to sing?
Why live a life?
Why live a life?”

_{[ The Art Of Suicide – Emilie Autumn ]}


The idea for this photo was mainly BriarRose’s, as she thought we could take something with this title after we were done with the 4 O’ Clock part. Hers was also the idea of painting fake blood on her wrist with lipstick, so that it really looked like a twisted and maniac piece of art during some lonesome play. I just suggested that she kept the red necklace in her hand to symbolize the dripping blood and took the photo.
I must say it was a fun to develop her concept, I would like to do it more often.

Photo, editing: GothicNarcissus Photography
Concept, set, styling: BriarRose and GothicNarcissus Photography
Model, outfit, grooming: BriarRose