Solitaire III

“Don’t wanna talk anymore:
I’m obsessed with silence.
I go home and I lock my door:
I can hear the sirens.
I see buildings and bars from the window
And I listen to the wind blow.
I see people and cars covered in gold
And I’m happy to be on my own.

Hard like a rock, cold like a stone,
White like a diamond, black like coal.
Cut like a jewel, yeah, I repair myself
When you’re not there.

Solitaire,
Something you consider rare.
I don’t wanna be compared, yeah,
With that cheap shimmer and glitter.
Solitaire.

I’m in love with ice-blue
Grey skies of England.
I’ll admit all I wanna do
Is get drunk and silent.
Watch my life unfold all around me
Like a beautiful garden.
I see flowers so tall they surround me.
Oh, my heart, it became so hardened.

Hard like a rock, cold like a stone,
White like a diamond, black like coal.
Cut like a jewel, yeah, I repair myself
When you’re not there.

Solitaire,
Something you consider rare.
I don’t wanna be compared, yeah,
With that cheap shimmer and glitter.
Solitaire.

And all the other jewels around me,
They astounded me at first.
I covered up my heart in boundaries
And all the fakes, they called me cursed.
But I’m not cursed, I’m not cursed,
I was just covered in the dirt.

Solitaire,
Something you consider rare.
I don’t wanna be compared, yeah,
With that cheap shimmer and glitter.
Solitaire.”

A small series of photos that Antonio and I took warming up for Belial and I ended up loving because he’s one of the most talented models I’ve had the pleasure to work with.

Of course, we’re both Diamonds so a tribute to Marina was in the cards.

Photo, editing: GothicNarcissus Photography
Model, hair, make up: Antonio Grimaldi
Styling: GothicNarcissus Photography and Antonio Grimaldi