Slippery Slope...

Oh, it starts innocently enough. You begin with just a little demure blue on the eyelids; the next thing you know you're considering shaving your hairline to make more room. Even so, the full nose-coverage takes it a step beyond.

Do you suppose she knitted that top herself?

Alternate Reality, Björk Edition

Hmm. Sequined cocktail dress; fur gauntlets; roomful of dirt; spade. Just another beautiful day in Her World.

One Name, Many Syllables

Björk Guðmundsdóttir

Björk is, among other things, something of an acquired taste - one I don't believe I have acquired.

With a profound admiration for either her native creativity or her choice in stylists, I'm willing to give her big props as a visual object (I even liked the swan dress!).

The real test comes when she opens her mouth. I think she generally sounds like a sick and rapidly weakening cat, which sort of ruins the gamine general effect.

Can't fault the outer-space geisha drag, though, no?