This Fashion Editorial Inspired By “The Love Witch” Will Put A Spell On You

Photographed by Amber Gray / Styled by Lexyrose Boiardo
Makeup by Kim Bower @ Tracey Mattingly / Hair by Matthew Monzon @ Tomlinson Management Group
Nails by Aki @ L’Appartement / Stylist’s Assistants: Melanie McCord and Manvi Mittl
Top photo credits: Eres Bathing Suit; Cheung Shorts; Bounkit Earrings and Bracelets; Gucci Shoes; Cape and Brooch: Stylist’s Own.
This article originally appeared in the October/November 2018 print edition of BUST Magazine. Subscribe today!


In ‘The Haunting of Hill House,’ Clothes Make (and Ruin) the Women

At the beginning of The Haunting of Hill House—the 1959 Shirley Jackson novel upon which Netflix’s 10-part series is based—Eleanor Vance takes a car (her sister’s; stolen) and sets out on a journey with the scantest possible information. She has been invited to a house, possibly haunted, by a man she doesn’t know, because she had a childhood encounter with a poltergeist.

Unlike Netflix’s family-centric adaptation, Jackson’s The Haunting of Hill House involves the meeting of four strangers—Dr. Montague, who has contrived the trip; Luke Sanderson, heir to Hill House; Eleanor; and a young woman named Theodora—who find themselves in a house beset by escalating psychic disturbances. This is a ghost story in which ghosts are seldom seen; a horror story without gore. If horror relies on acts of transgression to deliver its chills, then The Haunting of Hill House is uniquely attuned to the transgressive implications of wearing another person’s clothes.

Eleanor sets off to Hill House armed with gloves, a pocketbook, a light coat. These are sensible items, appropriate to her dull New York City life. She’s someone who would choose neutral, non-assertive hues. Camel, maybe. Dark brown. Navy blue. But on the back seat, concealed in her suitcase, are clothes Eleanor has bought herself specifically for the occasion. They are clothes that embody the kind of person she wishes to be: a bright red sweater, red shoes, and even—“excited at her own daring”—two pairs of slacks. This impulse is a familiar one. Who hasn’t, on the precipice of a holiday, recklessly bought a wardrobe’s worth of aspirational clothing? You imagine you will be different. More relaxed. You will be lighter, prettier, more at ease. You will be the kind of person who drinks brandy. You will make new friends. It’s easy to be seduced by this kind of thinking. New clothes offer the possibility of reinvention.

The Tale of Lucifur’s Tail and a recipe for Fangsgiving Cake — Welcome to the Necro Nomnomnomicon

This is the tale of Lucifur’s tail; how Apollyon was created and then became Lucifur, and how she came to be my companion and I became her caretaker…and finally, a recipe for a hellhound friendly cake, perfect for any occasion. The post The Tale of Lucifur’s Tail and a recipe for Fangsgiving Cake appeared first on…

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‘Swamp Thing’ Casts Andy Bean, Derek Mears in Lead Roles — Variety

The upcoming “Swamp Thing” series at DC Universe has cast two major roles. Andy Bean will play series regular character Alec Holland, and Derek Mears will play the titular character, Swamp Thing. Bean’s character, Alec Holland, is a passionate biologist who finds himself in nightmarish circumstances as he realizes that the bizarre disease affecting townspeople…

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White Knuckle (2018) Slashes Deep Into The Anger Of Displacement

Sigh. Gentrification. A topic so multi-layered that its core is an accurate representative of deep space. It is defined as “the buying and renovation of houses and stores in deteriorated urban neighborhoods by upper- or middle-income families or individuals, raising property values but often displacing low-income families and small businesses.” Every observation outlined by some of my favorite television series such as Shameless and Insecure is like a stroll through almost any U.S. major city, including my own. My early non-profit work was to provide the resources needed to build a local business for the neighborhood lifers, but instant wealth swarmed into their spaces and won over too quickly to create that foundation. Turning Kensington/Fishtown into “New Fish” if you’re in Philly like me and the stakes seem even higher in New York, the historical epicenter of artistic prosperity where Brooklyn tenets are forced to take landlords to court who are systemically striking on duties to receive renters willing to pay the upwards of $3100 a month.

The above, ranty boiling point is a peek into a hot energy that is calculated, that houses a negativity that is desperate for a safe house. The anger, my anger at the insistence of these practices that are fundamentally inequitable and leave many who began with less opportunities, resources, and the longer ladder to climb for stability treated as less than and then displaced makes my head spin. Like many others I’m certain, a release for what can’t be solved with immediacy is necessary.