(rodarte x oc dress, prada glasses)
Being jaded is a terrible thing. And yet, at my tender age of 26, with my awkward missteps into adulthood and pathological yearning for those younger years that I lost, I find myself becoming cynical, like a runaway train, zooming straight past my youthful exuberance.
So for a piece of music to infect my soul the way The Soft Moon's self-titled album has done, is a rarified occasion. I mean, when I first heard this album, I was floored. I clutched my head in a frantic effort to comprehend the perfection of the sounds I was hearing. The guttural gnashing of guitars and gyroscoping synthesizers, the breathy vocals that are sparse and simple, the overwhelming attitude of terror and sickly delight. It's music that I didn't even know that I had been yearning to listen to.
It inspires me greatly. Something about The Soft Moon's cascading yet deliberate horror resonates deeply with me, as a reflection of both I view the world how when I'm feeling most contemptuous and to some extent, how perhaps we all do, how all of us have a capacity to feel very ugly things.
So the idea behind this outfit was to capture that sort of unmitigated anger and severity of the music while containing it within the confines of retro Bauhaus shapes and colors, like the album cover which you'll see below.
Evil Prada eyebrow glasses.
Gray, white, and black marbled vinyl. Sexiest record in my vinyl collection. I urge you all to listen to it.