As the sun dips low, setting the sky ablaze, She sits, a vision of quiet allure, wrapped in hues of crimson haze. The glass in her hand catches the light, Ruby liquid swirling, mirroring the twilight. Each sip is a spell, a dance of desire, Wine and sunset merging, igniting the fire. Her gaze, deep and unbroken, whispers untold tales, Of passion, of mystery, as the day exhales. In this fleeting moment, where shadows tread, She becomes the alchemist, conjuring life in red.
SuicideGirls… became famous for embracing beauty in every shape and form — meaning bodies covered in tattoos, having bright-colored hair, and being outside of traditional beauty norms were celebrated. The name comes from the idea that women who commit “social suicide” by being different come together.
A nation wide art-sleaze phenomenon.
It’s like a punk rock Vogue…with artful nude photos of women.
Fifteen years ago, a small-but-passionate community that celebrated beauty in alternative, pinup-style photography was born. It was called SuicideGirls.
They’re the girls next door - but more colorful and with better record collections.
SuicideGirls respond… in the best way possible.
The meeting place for people interested in alternative lifestyles.
SuicideGirls is as much about community as it is about naked photos of tattooed women.
SuicideGirls is redefining concepts of beauty across the globe.