They do not enter quietly.

Black leather.
Pale skin.
Dark magenta.

A gaze that seems to know something you do not.

The Poison Muses are not interested in being harmless.

They carry elegance with an edge – somewhere between fashion editorial, gothic presence and something slightly harder to name.

Perhaps that is why they remain in memory.
Not because they explain themselves.

But because they do not.

Dark Fashion, Quiet Tension

Their darkness is not about evil.

It is about contrast.
About presence.
About the strange attraction of something that refuses to become completely readable.

Some appear like fashion queens from an editorial that never existed.

Others carry traces of gothic armour, mechanical structures or fragments of an unknown visual language.

They do not ask for attention.

They assume it.

Behind the Artwork

The visual language of the Poison Muses developed through reduction rather than addition.

Black remained black.
Skin became quieter.
Colour became more concentrated.

Dark magenta began to act less like decoration and more like a signal.

At the same time, text slowly moved away from the body.
Instead of covering the figure, fragments of typography, old newspaper structures and graphic traces began to occupy the space around her.

The Muse remained at the centre.

But the world around her started speaking.

The Poisen Pulse

I wanted them to remain beautiful.
Not softened.
Not romanticised.

Beautiful in the way a strong fashion portrait can be beautiful – composed, deliberate and slightly unreachable.

Leather, corset structures, metal, dark eyes, graphic makeup and fragments of print became part of that language.

Somewhere along the way, the Poison Muses stopped looking like models wearing a style.

They began looking like inhabitants of it.

Poison does not necessarily mean destruction.

Sometimes it means something that enters quietly and changes the way something is perceived.

A colour.
A thought.
A memory.
A desire.

Something small that remains longer than expected.

Myterious Apparation

I still do not know exactly who the Poison Muses are.

Perhaps that is why I keep photographing them.

They rarely explain themselves.
They simply appear.

Usually dressed in black.
Occasionally marked by dark magenta.

And always looking as if they know considerably more about the situation than I do.

I have learned not to ask too many questions.

Some models prefer coffee.
Others apparently have their own arrangements.