Black Hole...
Style Blog
Black hole was one legendary alternative cult place in Hungary under and after Soviet occupation.
Was half legal half illegal, inside the doors is no law, but was hard rules about common respect, but with maximum freedom... The police cant handle... was the little island of freedom, with opened friendships, free talk, free exchange of ideas, and free love, free ecxtasy...
Was home as underground music, and the free art... Later this core of musicans artist, or just simple peoples was important engine of changing the contry, and maybe bit part the world around 1989-1991, because the dictatorship goverement cant handle this freedom, and this ideas infected all level of the society of country... In early 90's was the best alternative music place, where the newer generations infected with idea of tolerance and freedom... The changes never coming from mainstream, mainstream just serve the money as a slave... The changes all time coming from subcultures... The todays mainstream musics, fashions, designs, is not new things, all was 30 year ago subculture, and trend followers laughing on that... and now trend fans following that as a sheeps, but all dont know what is the real content of that design/song/style... Dont mind anymore, that teenagers (in every nation and in every country) just want enjoy the life, and creating something good, and share with everyone for free :)
Kira from KiB design, give back to me one little slice from my best years...
Pose:
RK Poses. When nothing else matters
On Her:
KiB Designs - Broken Shirt Female @ Darkness Event
On Him:
Hair: Stealthic - Rebellion
Skin: Stray Dog - ASPEN - Tone05
Stups: Volkstone Hector Facial Hair
Tattoo: Bolson - Jinsang
Jacket: [Deadwool] The Dandy - formal jacket - black
Tank: KiB Designs - Broken Shirt Male @ Darkness Event
Song lyrics:
Living as an angel in the Place that I was born Living on air Living in heaven Giving the lie down, the line To the There's my heaven And I know Which way the wind blows In nineteen fifty-nine Which way the wind blows In nineteen fifty-nine And the wind blows still And the wind blows wild again For a little child can never kill this clean This way And it feels like me today Tell me Do you feel the same? Isabelle? Or do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine? Do you feel like nineteen fifty-nine? And the wind blows wild again And the wind blows wild In nineteen fifty-nine In fifty-nine Isabelle Do you, do you feel the same? Come with me Like a little child Like another gun Like homeless, restless, known to none Like way beyond the line Like it never was In nineteen fifty-nine...
