And in this week's installment of GIRLS GIRLS GIRLS, we're taking an incredibly sharp turn in the complete opposite direction of our usual content — instead of bold, traditional lady heads or painterly, glistening neo-traditional babes, we're presenting you with the hauntingly beautiful ladies of Laura Yahna.
Though hailing originally from Berlin, Yahna travels the world, leaving her eerie, black mark on each place she visits.
How to describe Yahna's girls? Well, I've been sitting here trying to do just that, and the best answer I can come up with is a healthy mix of the occult, Tim Burton, and those "Real Scary Stories" books that used to scare the shit out of you when you were little — oh, and every weird but totally intriguing goth chick you secretly had a crush on in class. And that's all I got.
So, in a word, perfection. Yahna's ladies are complete and utter, stuff-of-nightmares, scary-but-hot perfection. The piercing, knowing eyes, the huge pools of black broken up with fine line details and strategic pops of white, the occasional horns protruding from their skulls... Let's just say, I'm into it. And you will be too. Or else.