I am alone. They have gone into the house for breakfast, and I am left standing by the wall among the flowers. It is very early, before lessons. Flower after flower is specked on the depths of green. The petals are harlequins. Stalks rise from the black hollows beneath. The flowers swim like fish made of light upon the dark, green waters. I hold a stalk in my hand. I am the stalk. My roots go down to the depths of the world, through earth dry with brick, and damp earth, through veins of lead and silver. I am all fibre. All tremors shake me, and the weight of the earth is pressed to my ribs. Up here my eyes are green leaves, unseeing. I am a boy in grey flannels with a belt fastened by a brass snake up here. Down there my eyes are the lidless eyes of a stone figure in a desert by the Nile. I see women passing with red pitchers to the river; I see camels swaying and men in turbans. I hear tramplings, tremblings, stirrings round me.
This lovely lass is Katesprout, she sent in quite a few photos over the weekend, but this one stood out the most. There’s just something almost pastoral about it, as if she belongs out in that field, rather than in a building somewhere.
It took me a moment to realize that the peace signs in Tianahailee’s eyes was just the reflection of the light, and not contact lenses. Regardless, she’s a great way to kick off a Tuesday morning.
One of the rarer piercings that pop up in the galleries are dahlia piercings. While we see cheek piercings from time to time, dahlias seem to not be as prevalent. Below is a young lady sporting dahlias by Brian Sane from Sink the Ink in Doylestown, PA.
Well for some odd reason, there aren’t any heavily modified babies to have as the BME New Year’s baby, so you’ll have to do with a BMEBoy instead. Now, as the baby is normally portrayed pushing aside an old man with a beard, it’ll be only fitting if Evan here were to start growing his beard again for the new year. Who knows, maybe by this time next year he’ll have himself a nice epic beard to help usher in a new BMEBoy for 2012.
This, ladies and gentlemen, is Adhara. She’s a member of the Lotus Dance Studio Troupe, a tribal belly dancing group, and recently performed at Camelot Days 2010 in Florida. Not only do we have a couple of pictures of her, but after doing a quick google search I was able to track down the performance where the photos were taken.
It’s been a little while since we last checked in with IAM’s resident human platypus Jenya. Aside from his fantastic mods, he also exudes so much joy. When he e-mailed me a little while back with these photos he had mentioned that because of some health problems he had to reduce the size of his lip plates to a 32mm medusa and 58mm labret, but he’s doing better and is back on track to reaching his goal of a 100mm medusa and 200mm labret. I really love that when he was telling me the size of his lips in the photo he was saying that they’re small. I guess size is relative. Either way, this human platypus and his impressive collection of modifications is always a treat to post.
Many of you will remember Darah from the BME World Tour where she was part of the team that went to Australia and New Zealand. What you may not know is this beauty hails from the wilds of Southwestern Ontario, where she runs wild and free through the forest. When not stalking her prey in the moonlight, she scours the underbrush pulling forth the spirits of the earth and succumbing to their powers. Through this divine communion she becomes more wolf than woman, forever bound to the world of the wilds. It is only in fleeting moments that she can be captured on film where we can see not only her marks and holes that define her exterior, but also catching a glimpse into her eyes, seeing the power and beauty that she manifests. The pelts she wears are not only there to protect her from the cold of the winter, but also to protect the winter from the fire inside her.
