Oh that sweeping but elegantly raised neckline. That neckline says "Passionate and terrible things will happen to me, but my very heartbreak will be achingly elegant".
Ok and Victoria might be helping create that impression just a little, but the effect of low sweeping necklines should not be underestimated.
Look evil. No, not vaguely petulant, EVIL. Like an evil goblin. Think really mean thoughts, think...oh never mind, you look lovely laughing even if you don't look in the least gobliney.
Now that you are surrounded by them, how great are these masks? They manage to rise above their cheap last-minute-Halloween-costume cousins to the heights of echoing the sumptuous masks of 18th century balls (Or, um, THE MASKED BALL IN GOSSIP GIRL. You know, whatever springs to mind...)
Also, check out those black feather wings. Soppy little angels and fairies, meet goth chic and weep...
No, those little jade green ankle boots weren't a planned part of the shoot, but they are pretty damn cool
Sisters and Goblins wear: Vintage dresses from Ark
Stylist: Lili Sarnyai
Did you gettit? Did it all fall into place like the pages of a well-thumbed picture book from your childhood and you thought "aaah, of course it's Christina Rossetti's 'Goblin Market', that charming little tale? Well I had no idea what it was about because I hadn't read it (cos I wouldn't have to write an essay on Victorian poetry till much later would I? What? Read for pleasure? That would have taken up a serious amount of Gossip Girl time) For those of you who didn't grow up with this as a comforting bedtime read, the basic story is that there are two sisters, one of whom succumbs to the temptation of eating the Goblins' oh-so-sensual-fruit and as a result nearly dies with a craving for more. So her noble sister saves her by going back get some more fruit from the Goblins, after which the bad sister is cured (they're planning on doing an updated movie version of this where the good sister goes to score her dying sister some more heroin and then she - what, no, she wouldn't be cured! What kind of backwards logic is that??)
And here is the part where the bad sister eats the Goblins' fruit:
"Then suck'd their fruit globes fair or red:
Sweeter than honey from the rock,
Stronger than man-rejoicing wine,
Clearer than water flow'd that juice;
She never tasted such before,
How should it cloy with length of use?
She suck'd and suck'd and suck'd the more
Fruits which that unknown orchard bore;
She suck'd until her lips were sore"
However there is naturally much critical debate over whether this poem has sexual connotations or is in fact a metaphor for Victorian women's exclusion from the world of art or perhaps a critque on the dangers of advertising in pre-capitalist England... I smell an academic who was really stuffed for something to write their thesis on.
More importantly, aren't the vintage clad and bemasked Goblins cute? And doesn't Victoria have the most amazing, tumbling pre-Raphaelite-ish hair you have ever seen?? Bravo for all posing so excellently, it was cold and I was in a big warm army coat. And I'm not going to lie. We got some preeeeetty strange looks walking through Granchester to get to the meadows. But they have Jeffrey Archer living amongst them so you'd think they'd have got better at the oh-so-subtle-British-flick-of-the-eyes-in-an-expressionless-face rather than gawping quite so much at our motley procession.
Who are we kidding, we loved the attention.
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