The poet in his attic room paces by the dim glow of the oil lamp, fevered ~ again he is walking the thin line between genius and madness, waiting for his muse to come, a faceted goblet of potent green liquid in his pale hand.
But La Feé Verte is a capricious and cruel mistress ~ she murmurs promises of glorious lucid visions in your ear... but then overwhelms her acolytes with feverish passion for ever more, until one sip too many ~ and she is gone in a vaporous flurry, leaving them muddled and weak. Still, the poet drinks
Opulent wardrobe by and for AdornmentsforTarts.com
This photoset turned out *fabulous*. There's a bunch of other, totally lovely images from it. To be posted soon at AdornmentsForTarts.com, and additional shots can be seen at AestheticAlchemy.blogspot.com Prints ARE available, just not through DeviantArt: please contact me if interested.