The Dark Side of Fairy Tales

What is it about fairy tales that make them so damn appealing? There is the obvious psychological jurgun of using them as a way to escape your own reality but what about when fairy tales become dark and gruesome and far more unsettling than reality itself already is? Some of my favorite photographers of all time are fantasy driven creators who bring a hauntingly intoxicating and enchanting twist to the all too over-played Disney fairy tale. When Tim Walker and Kristen McMenamy collaborate there is something completely untapped and poetically raw about their work. Their mermaid on land series had me searching for breath as each image tugged at my heart strings and strung a melancholic chord. 

Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare

Henry Fuseli, The Nightmare

Laura Makabresku

Laura Makabresku

The same thing goes for Polish based photographer Laura Makabresku.

Some of you may already be aware of this atmospheric artist who creates solemnly striking fairy tales with the click of her camera. Often accompanying her photos with actual fairy tales that she writes there is always death or loss in some way or another involved in them. I have never been a suicidal person nor do I support anything like that in any way shape or form I can't help but get lost in Makabresku's imagery. Each frame is like a Romantic painting pulling references from mystic symbols, surreal aesthetics, eroticism and death. 


My photographs are like screenshots from beautiful but cruel fairy tales. Their narrations are not straight. Images that appear are more like feelings that come during a lecture of an old folk-based story – full of witchcrafts and retributions. The structure of my works is similar to the structure of a dream where natural tendencies of collecting and organizing impulses and motivations coincide with irrational clashes of objects and feelings. Isolation and wounds are closed into patterns, uneasy and artificial orders – visual spells created in order to divide beastillness from humanity and dreams from horror."

- Laura Makabresku

"Laura Makabresku condenses the fairy tale into a frame. One stage on which everything plays out. There is a heroine existing between the worlds. Beautiful and dark. Her sexuality fluctuates between girlish erotic fantasy and the extreme instincts of nature. In a childish way she is fascinated by death. Her land is inhabited by animals, monsters, people in animal masks, objects—all of them of equal status. The world’s orders tangle together. Death in this land is liberating, a kind of good dream into which we tumble, searching for eternity, and which exists within us as constellations painted on the heroine’s body. The motifs and scenes are repeated. Themes are repeated obsessively. It all exists outside of time, everywhere and nowhere, never and always, in the seventy-seventh land. And eternity is just as cruel as death."

From curatorial text by Magdalena Kownacka "The moon is for adults only“

All photos are the property of Laura Makabresku 


Can you mismatch so much that you eventually match? Like a double negative or something like that? Well this thought happen to have popped into my head the other day and I decided to put myself to the test. Could I really create such a mismatched outfit that it defies all laws of known styling and some how some way becomes idiosyncratically matching? I'll leave that for you to decide how my attempt turned out but if I do say so myself I was feeling quite Man-Repeller-esque in this ensemble composed mostly of Jacked Fashion (faux fur jacket and sequin skirt), Bucketfeet tennis shoes, a random poker visor I found one day and a very dated Banana Republic stripped t-shirt. If Man-Repeller status or mismatched-so-much-that-it-matches twist and turns your buttons the way that it does mine then that's a definite win for me. Happy Tuesday everyone! 

Wearing Jacked Fashion pink and purple faux fur coat and silver sequin skirt, Bucket Feet shoes, Banana Republic top, found poker visor

Celestial Breathing

These past few weeks have been so busy I haven't had any time to take photos, least of all time to blog about them. For me this is like cutting off an artery as this blog and my photos are such an integral part of my life now that I've been doing this for almost 2 years. So one very groggy morning after a long non-stop working week when my body was beyond over-exhausted it randomly just decided to wake up and unwillingly go back to sleep at 8 am despite my 3 am bedtime. I was walking to the bathroom and saw this magnificent light reflecting off the floor. Next thing I knew I was setting up my camera on the tripod, throwing my dress over my head and rolling all over the floor.

I had no idea what I was doing or why or what I wanted to get out of this experience other than I wanted to embrace the light.
Feel it's warmth within my skin, the matted curls, feeble bones and overwhelming soul. 
I wanted to unveil a mystery that I myself don't understand but am constantly trying to wrap my head around. 
There is a quote I came across recently that I can't stop thinking about, "It's just a feeling I've got. Like something's about to happen but I don't know what." 

Celestial breathing of the universe. 
The visible about us seems to rest in itself. 
Its as though our vision were formed in the heart of the visible, or as though there were between it and us an intimacy as close as between the sea and the strand. 
There is a ramification of my body and a ramification of the world and a correspondence between its inside and my outside, between my inside and it's outside. 
The thickness of the body, far from rivaling that of the world, is on the contrary the sole means I have to go unto the heart of the things, 
by making myself a world and by making them flesh.