asleep atop copies of Lord of the Flies and Where The Wild Things Are
So, I’ve never heard Juliette (Lewis) and the Licks perform, but I did decide to look up some of their song titles — I mean, any woman who gets up on stage looking like this has to be crooning some doozies:
[Photo: WENN.com]
And indeed, in the stirring “Death of a Whore,” Juliette sings, “I felt like nothing was real all tattered and blue like a gutted sheep.
And oh, I’m having visions again.” That’s kind of close to how I felt when I saw this picture. It felt like a hallucinatory dream caused by falling asleep atop copies of Lord of the Flies and Where The Wild Things Are.
Just for kicks, let’s check out the rest of the outfit:
My sister just took one look at this photo and said, “Well, I’m sure it’s cathartic for her.” And I’d have to agree: To wear a belt made of scarves, sequined hot pants, see-through tights, four pints of sweat, and all the other glories that go into making her look like an extra from Starlight Express, she must have some SERIOUS angst to work out.
And you know, it’s a good thing she has the outlet of clothes to help express her inner demons, because based on her lyrics we’d never be able to figure it out — I mean, in “Death of a Whore,” she screams, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more // Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more //
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more //
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more //
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more //
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you some more.” Be a bit more specific about your feelings, please, Juliette. I don’t have time for your code.
[Photo: WENN.com]
And indeed, in the stirring “Death of a Whore,” Juliette sings, “I felt like nothing was real all tattered and blue like a gutted sheep.
And oh, I’m having visions again.” That’s kind of close to how I felt when I saw this picture. It felt like a hallucinatory dream caused by falling asleep atop copies of Lord of the Flies and Where The Wild Things Are.
Just for kicks, let’s check out the rest of the outfit:
My sister just took one look at this photo and said, “Well, I’m sure it’s cathartic for her.” And I’d have to agree: To wear a belt made of scarves, sequined hot pants, see-through tights, four pints of sweat, and all the other glories that go into making her look like an extra from Starlight Express, she must have some SERIOUS angst to work out.
And you know, it’s a good thing she has the outlet of clothes to help express her inner demons, because based on her lyrics we’d never be able to figure it out — I mean, in “Death of a Whore,” she screams, “Fuck fuck fuck fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more // Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more //
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more //
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more //
Fuck you and fuck you and fuck you some more //
Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you, fuck you some more.” Be a bit more specific about your feelings, please, Juliette. I don’t have time for your code.
