Dear Friends,
This story that I conceived, styled and illustrated with Madonna as the Snow Queen, was inspired by her celebrity status, her strength, and the whole concept of Public Loneliness that only someone of her caliber can experience. For styling I used clothing from some of my favorite designers' collections. Enjoy
Far away on the edge of beyond, behind oceans, icebergs and storms lives the ruthless Snow Queen.
When Aurora Borealis illuminates the Northern Sky, she leaves her palace and descends into the ocean. There, riding her vicious leopard seal, armed with the sharp tusk of a giant narwhal, she is hunting in the freezing waters for vulnerable human flesh.
Poor is the unsuspecting fisherman who is carried off by the treacherous winds far into the ocean. She picks up his scent from miles away, drags him into her palace where she torments him for days. In a grotesque climax, she rips his heart out of his chest, as the insane diabolical laughter fills the icy, blood-stained cavern.
Then fisherman’s lifeless body, encased in a block of ice, takes its place inside her frozen gallery...
Nothing disrupts the icy silence of her realm, except for the dry sound of glaciers clashing and crackling against one another, innocent penguins’ screeching as they are mauled by killer whales, and the occasional piercing screams of her dying prey.
Time there runs significantly slower than on the Earth’s surface. Silent, frozen desert lies fast asleep — day is not present, only one never-ending polar night.
The Queen has all the time in the world. Nowhere to go. No one to compete with.
Eternally awake. Eternally on top.
Eternally alone.
This story that I conceived, styled and illustrated with Madonna as the Snow Queen, was inspired by her celebrity status, her strength, and the whole concept of Public Loneliness that only someone of her caliber can experience. For styling I used clothing from some of my favorite designers' collections. Enjoy
Far away on the edge of beyond, behind oceans, icebergs and storms lives the ruthless Snow Queen.
When Aurora Borealis illuminates the Northern Sky, she leaves her palace and descends into the ocean. There, riding her vicious leopard seal, armed with the sharp tusk of a giant narwhal, she is hunting in the freezing waters for vulnerable human flesh.
Poor is the unsuspecting fisherman who is carried off by the treacherous winds far into the ocean. She picks up his scent from miles away, drags him into her palace where she torments him for days. In a grotesque climax, she rips his heart out of his chest, as the insane diabolical laughter fills the icy, blood-stained cavern.
Then fisherman’s lifeless body, encased in a block of ice, takes its place inside her frozen gallery...
Nothing disrupts the icy silence of her realm, except for the dry sound of glaciers clashing and crackling against one another, innocent penguins’ screeching as they are mauled by killer whales, and the occasional piercing screams of her dying prey.
Time there runs significantly slower than on the Earth’s surface. Silent, frozen desert lies fast asleep — day is not present, only one never-ending polar night.
The Queen has all the time in the world. Nowhere to go. No one to compete with.
Eternally awake. Eternally on top.
Eternally alone.
Above: Givenchy stone beaded bodysuit. Christian Dior dress.
Far above: Givenchy dress, bracelets & rings. Nina Ricci heels.
Far above: Givenchy dress, bracelets & rings. Nina Ricci heels.
Zuhair Murad dress & fur. Versace heels.
On Aura Tout Vu corset. Chanel rings. Miju 'Tragedy' necklace.
Chanel bodysuit. John Galliano boots. HMS Latex gloves.
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