Art director and photography: Markus Rico Stylish: Diana Mosie Make up artist: Iris Mairal Hair: Paco Latorre Photography assistant: Laura Jimenez and Juan Achiaga Stylish assistant: Xavi Reyes Model: Circe (way up mangement)
You berate remember Your ailing heart and your criminal eyes You say you're still in love If it's true, what can be done? It's hard to leave all those moments behind Called to see If your back Was still aligned And your sheets All growing grass All on the corners of your bed
But you've got too much to wear On your sleeves It has too much to do with me And secretly I want to bury in the yard The grey remains of a friendship scarred
Song: Kissing the lipless by The shins Model: Maria
In a manner of speaking Semantiks won't do In this life that we live we only make do And the way that we feel might have to be sacrificed
So in a manner of speaking I just want to say That like you I should find a way To tell you everything By saying nothing Model : Temper Song: In a manner of speaking by Tuxedomoon
Dreams made of fire; black is the flame which awakens desire Blood serves desire; and licks the skin untouched by fire Hate roused by fire; our needs combined consume desire Lust lights the fire; let no god see my souls desires
White on white translucent black capes Back on the rack Bela Lugosi's dead The bats have left the bell tower The victims have been bled Red velvet lines the black box Bela Lugosi's dead Undead undead undead The virginal brides file past his tomb Strewn with time's dead flowers Bereft in deathly bloom Alone in a darkened room The count Bela Logosi's dead Undead undead undead