Early indicators were the morbid interest with which I read The Tragedy of Britney Spears, an article by the brilliant Vanessa Grigoriadis about Britney's descent into madness. It is from the Feb. 2008 issue of Rolling Stone but I just got around to reading it . (Thanks Justin)
It reminded me how much I love these David LaChapelle images from the April 1999 Rolling Stone.
I had the one above on my wall in college, not sure why I thought that was appropriate but I loved it.
Then Michael Jackson died. Which led to a fascination with this little guy.
Then came Paradise Lost: The Child Murders at Robin Hood Hills as well as Paradise Lost 2: Revelations and the West Memphis Three. Arrested and convicted for wearing black and listening to Metallica It's so creepy when they are interviewing Pam Hobbs, one of the mother's of the boys who were murdered, and she is obviously delirious with grief and probably drunk and she looks kinda like a girl gone wild. You can watch it here (at minute 4:08)
Damien Echols in prison, I hurt for him.
That said, my fascination with the case of Foxy Knoxy, accused of brutally murdering her roommate while studying abroad in Italy, was already well underway.
This haunting photograph of Amanda Knox stared out at me from Timothy Egan's New York Times Blog Story "An Innocent Abroad". And then there were all of these.
Weirdest case of a girl being described as 'a little spacey".
As well as horribly offensive pieces of yellow journalism like "Foxy Knoxy, the girl who had to compete with her own mother for men",Secret diary reveals Foxy Knoxy was 'always thinking about sex' andFoxy Knoxy claims female cell mate begs her for sex 'because I'm so pretty' from the Daily Mail. And the beginning of her trial where she looked all busted.
And also "The girl in the window" Danielle, discovered in Florida at age 7 just a few years ago.
Oh and then there was a foray into research on Feral Children. Starting with Genie
discovered at age 13 in the 1970s.
Erin was discovered in Texas in 1986
Yeah so that is the sinister inspiration board of what I have been in to the last couple of months. A pastiche of Metallica and Morissey with a little Pippi Longstalking and a dollop of the human condition. And NOTHING ELSE MATTERS. Enjoy!
UPDATE: To add insult to injury George Sodini shoots three women in a gym and leaving a diary that reads like discarded Morrissey lyrics.