paint it black

I'm not the type of girl to fawn over editorials. Now, don't get me wrong: I have fallen in love with a few along the way, usually when they are so completely bizarre and out there that they trigger my somewhat sick sense of humour. But very few, y'know, move me.

And then there was Lula.


I'm not a huge fan of Lula, although I have been known to pick it up every one in a while. The styling, while quite lovely, is just a bit too quaint for my tastes. But this editorial... holy fucking cow...it hit me like a hammer from Valhalla.

While there are undoubtedly newer, more intricate spreads from the magazine floating about, this is the one that has--and perhaps always will--stuck out in my mind. Its appeal lies in its simplicity.

I love how stark the second image is. It's an example of what I only wish I could do with my fancy schmancy camera that I can't use for shit.

Oh, and the clothes ain't bad either.