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'quiet grandfathers  in dark tuxedos' — poetry by Scott Ferry
Dec 19, 2025
'quiet grandfathers in dark tuxedos' — poetry by Scott Ferry
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'earth’s marble cage' — poetry by Annah Atane
Dec 19, 2025
'earth’s marble cage' — poetry by Annah Atane
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'made a deal / with Azrael' — poetry by Triniti Wade
Dec 19, 2025
'made a deal / with Azrael' — poetry by Triniti Wade
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'The birth of a body that never unraveled' — an excerpt by Hillary Leftwich
Dec 19, 2025
'The birth of a body that never unraveled' — an excerpt by Hillary Leftwich
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'There is no choir on the mountain' — poetry by Dawn Tefft
Dec 19, 2025
'There is no choir on the mountain' — poetry by Dawn Tefft
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'to anoint the robes' — poetry by Timothy Otte
Dec 19, 2025
'to anoint the robes' — poetry by Timothy Otte
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'a stone portal in the woods' — RJ Equality Ingram
Dec 19, 2025
'a stone portal in the woods' — RJ Equality Ingram
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'crooked castle wanting' — poetry by Lindsay D’Andrea
Dec 19, 2025
'crooked castle wanting' — poetry by Lindsay D’Andrea
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'silent, Sunday morning' — poetry by Nathalie Spaans
Dec 19, 2025
'silent, Sunday morning' — poetry by Nathalie Spaans
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'Time's metronome blank' — poetry by Rehan Qayoom
Dec 19, 2025
'Time's metronome blank' — poetry by Rehan Qayoom
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'this strikes me as a Rorschach' — poetry by John Amen
Dec 19, 2025
'this strikes me as a Rorschach' — poetry by John Amen
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'Love is a necessary duty' — poetry by Tabitha Dial
Dec 19, 2025
'Love is a necessary duty' — poetry by Tabitha Dial
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'O, to bloom, to arch open' — poetry by Karen L. George
Dec 19, 2025
'O, to bloom, to arch open' — poetry by Karen L. George
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'the sky violent' — poetry by Robert Warf
Dec 19, 2025
'the sky violent' — poetry by Robert Warf
Dec 19, 2025
Dec 19, 2025
'the doors of the night open' — poetry by Juan Armando Rojas (translated by Paula J. Lambert)
Nov 29, 2025
'the doors of the night open' — poetry by Juan Armando Rojas (translated by Paula J. Lambert)
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025
'we can be forlorn women' — poetry by Stevie Belchak
Nov 29, 2025
'we can be forlorn women' — poetry by Stevie Belchak
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025
'I do whatever the light tells me to' — poetry by Catherine Bai
Nov 29, 2025
'I do whatever the light tells me to' — poetry by Catherine Bai
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025
‘to kill bodice and give sacrament’ — poetry By Kale Hensley
Nov 29, 2025
‘to kill bodice and give sacrament’ — poetry By Kale Hensley
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025
'Venetian draped in goatskin' — poetry by Natalie Mariko
Nov 29, 2025
'Venetian draped in goatskin' — poetry by Natalie Mariko
Nov 29, 2025
Nov 29, 2025
'the long sorrow of the color red' — centos by Patrice Boyer Claeys
Nov 28, 2025
'the long sorrow of the color red' — centos by Patrice Boyer Claeys
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025
'Flowers are the offspring of longing' — poetry by Ellen Kombiyil
Nov 28, 2025
'Flowers are the offspring of longing' — poetry by Ellen Kombiyil
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025
'punish or repent' — poetry by Chris McCreary
Nov 28, 2025
'punish or repent' — poetry by Chris McCreary
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025
'long, dangerous grasses' — poetry by Jessica Purdy
Nov 28, 2025
'long, dangerous grasses' — poetry by Jessica Purdy
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025
'gifting nighttime honey' — poetry by Nathan Hassall
Nov 28, 2025
'gifting nighttime honey' — poetry by Nathan Hassall
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025
'A theory of pauses' — poetry by Jeanne Morel and Anthony Warnke
Nov 28, 2025
'A theory of pauses' — poetry by Jeanne Morel and Anthony Warnke
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025
'into the voluminous abyss' — poetry by D.J. Huppatz
Nov 28, 2025
'into the voluminous abyss' — poetry by D.J. Huppatz
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025
'an animal within an animal' — a poem by Carolee Bennett
Nov 28, 2025
'an animal within an animal' — a poem by Carolee Bennett
Nov 28, 2025
Nov 28, 2025
‘in the glitter-open black' — poetry by Fox Henry Frazier
Oct 31, 2025
‘in the glitter-open black' — poetry by Fox Henry Frazier
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025
'poet as tarantula,  poem as waste' — poetry by  Ewen Glass
Oct 31, 2025
'poet as tarantula, poem as waste' — poetry by Ewen Glass
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025
'my god wearing a body' — poetry by Tom Nutting
Oct 31, 2025
'my god wearing a body' — poetry by Tom Nutting
Oct 31, 2025
Oct 31, 2025
Darling (2016)

Darling (2016)

How to Dress like Your Favorite Contemporary Horror Protagonist

November 10, 2017

Even though Halloween is over, we should totally continue to practice costuming. I’ve created the following style boards so that you can dress like your favorite recent horror protagonists year round.  I tried to choose affordable and versatile pieces that could be worn together or on their own, but of course if you’d rather not shop online, you can totally use these boards as inspiration during your next thrifting haul!

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In Beauty, Pop Culture Tags Kailey Tedesco, Fashion, Halloween, Horror Movies, The VVitch, The Neon Demon, The Love Witch, Daling
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Steven Belledin

Steven Belledin

Flash Fiction by Lauren Dostal

November 9, 2017

Can he see? Can he see this helpless thing that I have become? I lay my arm on the table between us. I know what he wants. Not amputation but extraction. The table is cold. My arm burns hot where it swells under the light. Silently he leans forward, feeling, prodding. I scream with pain. "Oh God!" I have forgotten. The blade flashes in the light as it plunges deep into my skin. Shocked white, the walls raise up from inside my flesh. Droplets mark the paths of capillaries where they flow into the well he has created. He is searching for it. His grey bristle eyebrows cast a shadow over the pits of his eyes and I see through to his skull, to the bones we all share. I feel him tugging. Then just like a knife slicing through soft butter, it slides out. He holds it glinting in the light. A razor blade, the tiny letters etched upon its side read "drink me". He casts it back into a jar, and when I raise my eyes I see a thousand more lining the wall, filled to overflowing with extracted pasts. I meet his stare, and for once he smiles.

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In Poetry & Prose Tags Lauren Dostal, Flash, Flash Fiction, Addiction, Creative Prose
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Mathew MacQuarrie

Mathew MacQuarrie

The Barbaric Silencing of Transgender & Non-Binary People

November 8, 2017

Next month, you are turning 15. It’s almost December and you have Joan Jett hair and you are so excited to just have been kissed. You haven’t told anyone about being kissed, however, because you were kissed by two girls near the restrooms in a mall—and that’s the only place you can find privacy when your moms don’t let you close your bedroom door. When you can’t be alone.

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In Politics, Social Issues, Personal Essay Tags Non-Binary, transgender, trans
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via The Current

18 Retro Love Songs to Make You Feel Alive

November 7, 2017

This is for the people who would live and love in retro music if they could; this is for the people who are truly, madly, deeply in love with love; this is for them who pick up on the musical vibrations and can easily tap into feelings of sadness or madness, elation and exuberance, that passion and fire that lives within them all along. May these songs soothe you, energize you, relight you, make you fall in love all over again.

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In Music Tags Music, Mixtape, Retro, Playlist
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Teen Girl Mythos, 90s Nostalgia & Ritual: An Interview With Marisa Crawford

November 6, 2017

INTERVIEW WITH MARISA CRAWFORD BY LISA MARIE BASILE

In your book, REVERSIBLE, there's a lot of water—swimming pools, or the absence of water. Tell me about your relationship to water. (For the record, I think water is god).

Hi Lisa! I didn’t consciously realize that water is so present in these poems, but now that I’m looking for it of course you’re right. Water was a big part of my childhood—I spent a lot of time in pools, and still find pools really comforting, freeing, a space where I can be outside of my head and weightless and in a sort of realm outside of the regular space we inhabit in our everyday lives. I used to go to the pool with my mom a lot in the summer when I was little, starting from when I was a baby, and I started swimming before I started talking.

Later, I had a pool in my backyard where I spent a lot of time by myself, pretending to be an Olympic diver, or a mermaid, or a movie star, doing somersaults and floating. It was a magic place where I could escape from my feelings. In high school, I tried being on the swim team but I had a hard time keeping the commitment because I preferred hanging out with boys and smoking cigarettes with my friends after school. I have a poem about this in my book called "Girl Band," about how I never saw my body as connected to my mind when I was younger so even though exercise probably would have helped me to feel less depressed and anxious as a teenager, I chose other things. My relationship to being in a pool is similar to my relationship to writing, I think. It’s floating on a feeling, trusting your instinct. It feels very free and very pure.

 In your poem, "Janie and I picture ourselves when we’re grown up…" you mention drinking champagne and jumping on an enormous trampoline. Did your life turn out as you thought it would?

That poem "Dark Star" is about two female BFFs in the suburbs in high school who are being raised by single moms, and all the weird mythologies of being a teen girl and learning how to be a woman. They imagine themselves in the future as single moms pushing baby strollers together; they can't imagine lives for themselves that include caring partnerships with men. This poem is based a lot on me and my high school best friend—as a teenager, I was really invested in finding models for adulthood that didn't look like my parents, and sometimes found them in musical icons.

The poem talks a lot about Janis Joplin, and sort of imagines her as an alternate model of adult womanhood that was unconventional and wild and artistic and draped in feather boas and pearls—which is sad because Janis Joplin didn't even live to be as old as I am now, but she seemed so grown up to me in high school. I guess being an adult is never how you picture it when you're a kid, because you can’t understand how many responsibilities you’ll have and how soul-crushing capitalism is and how many compromises you will find yourself making, but I’ve managed to have a life that’s pretty filled with art and creativity and poetry and feminism. So I think that’s pretty good.

I was so fascinated when you wrote this:

"Girls are dying out. Girls are dying off. All these people yelling
at girls in their bodies. All these lyrics about dying young like it’s
gonna turn your life into a song. But it’s just a trick to get girls to
die off."

I would love to hear more about this—this generation if disappearing girls.Have we become obsessed with transcending our summers of youth and curiosity, only to become that skipped forward too soon?

That's a really interesting reading of those lines—the idea that we move too fast through girlhood. When I wrote this poem and these lines in particular, I was thinking about growing up, and aging, and the endemic of violence against women—what Rebecca Solnit calls the U.S.’s "longest war," and all the media around us that glamorizes youth, in particular for women. The poem references lines from songs like Ke$ha’s "Die Young" and others that talk about dying young like it’s a fun thing, like it means your life will be a never-ending party. There’s so much fear in our culture around what it means for women to get older. But when you think about it, the alternative of dying young is often so violent, and in particular when you consider that idea in relationship to the fact that domestic violence is a lead cause of death for women in the U.S . So I wanted to juxtapose those two ideas. (Sidenote: shout-out to the amazing artist Mary Anne Carter, who included these very lines on a giant Taco Bell fire sauce packet pillow as part of her installation Women in the Style of Taco Bell.)

I caught your Pumpkins reference and it made me seriously smile. I LOVE how this book is a snapshot in time—the 90s, mostly, although there are earlier decades in here. I’m curious; what do you think it is about the 90s that somehow STAYS mythological to us?

Thanks so much! I’m not sure if the 90s lend themselves particularly well to nostalgia or mythology in comparison to earlier decades, or if it’s the fact that we grew up then that makes that era feel particularly poignant to us. I think there is something to be said though about how much our culture’s relationship to technology has changed so much, and so quickly, during the past 20 or so years, and how we—people in our 30s and maybe our late 20s in particular—experienced that change in such a specific way. I have a poem in Reversible called "Sisterhood Isn’t Powerful" where I talk about my generation’s very unique relationship to the Internet. I didn’t have the Internet in high school.

I grew up talking to my friends on landlines in the kitchen, was elated when I finally got a cordless phone installed in my room. There was no social media, and I didn't even have my first AIM (RIP) screenname until college. I grew up listening to music obsessively and was obsessed with song lyrics in particular. I’ve always focused a lot on the words to songs, and when I wanted to know the lyrics to a song that I heard on the radio I had only my ears and my imagination as a resource. Or I could buy the CD and hope they were included in the liner notes.

Now I have access to any information, any song, any person, any answer to any question I might have right in my pocket, and unlike older people who may tend to resist it more or not be as fluent in using it, the Internet is, of course, such a seamless and integral part of my life. What other generation has this relationship to such a giant change in technology? I think that particular experience of technology changing so fast that our culture barely resembles the culture we grew up in just 20 years ago or even less really lends itself to mythologizing the culture of our youths. Maybe I partially feel called to do that in my writing as an act of preservation, archiving, remembering.

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As you write in the book, you snapped a lock of your friend's hair and kept it. You painted your nails to symbolize things, to invoke memories. What do you think it is about ritualizing that we learn early on as young girls? Why is it so intrinsic to us?

As a girl, I was always obsessed with relationships and with friendships, and I think I still am to an extent. I wanted to carve out spaces with my friends where I felt safe and seen and understood. I think that as women we are certainly taught to see ourselves in relation to others, to value connection over individualism, and I see that playing out in these poems in how female friendship sort of buoys the young woman speaker.

It still does that for me too—there’s nothing quite as healing, as gratifying as the spaces created by female friendship. I’m not sure if I think ritualizing is intrinsic to girls, but I think that rituals can create a space of strength and confidence in a world where girls are taught to doubt and hate themselves, even for participating in the girly, feminine cultures that they’re taught to participate in in the first place. Seeing your nail polish as a kind of spell or prayer is a small act of defiance.

Your work transcends genre and form. I love that. This book to me feels like a photograph, a whisper, a scent stuck to a borrowed sweater. It’s insanely comforting. How did you approach writing this? Did you intend it to be an exploration of memory, or did it all sort of fall out as a series of memories? Are these memories all true?

With these poems and most of my poetry, I wrote from an intuitive place rather than starting with a sense of intention for what I want them to be. I started writing and then looked at what all the poems had in common or what kinds of ideas they’re engaging in—memory, nostalgia, girlhood, the passage of time, how we form our identities and learn about the world through cultural artifacts like clothing and music.

Some of the memories in the book are real things that happened to me, or things that happened to people I know or knew, or things I read about, or some amalgamation of all of these things. I think I’m a hoarder of memories, and of objects that elicit those memories. There’s a poem in Reversible about how I have shoe boxes filled with photos and letters and other ephemera from high school like a Gap Scents perfume bottle that used to instantly remind me of 9th grade when I smelled it, but now I think the smell has faded. I think I’ve always been sort of obsessed with preserving memories.

What are some books you’re loving right now?

Right now I’m reading Jenny Zhang’s short story collection Sour Heart, which is so amazing, speaking of rituals of girlhood. I also just started the new essay collection Nasty Women: Feminism, Resistance & Revolution in Trump’s America, edited by Samhita Mukhopadhyay and Kate Harding.

How is WEIRD SISTER going? You know Luna Luna crushes on you babes. <3

Weird Sister crushes you back! <3 It’s going good! It’s been three years since we launched, and we’ve been steadily publishing feminist commentary on literature and pop culture, and have organized and hosted a bunch of great readings, talks, and other events. I’m proud of all the work we’ve done and in awe of all the amazing, brilliant people who have been part of it! At the moment, we’re slowing down a bit to reorganize, reassess, and figure out a way to make running the blog and organization more sustainable.

YOU CAN BUY REVERSIBLE HERE. 


Marisa Crawford is the author of the poetry collections Reversible (2017) and The Haunted House (2010) from Switchback Books, and the chapbooks 8th Grade Hippie Chic (Immaculate Disciples, 2013) and Big Brown Bag (Gazing Grain, 2015). Her poems, essays, and interviews have appeared in BUST, Broadly, Hyperallergic, Bitch, Fanzine, and other publications, and are forthcoming in Electric Gurlesque (Saturnalia, 2016). Marisa is the founder and editor-in-chief of the feminist literary/pop culture website WEIRD SISTER. She lives in Brooklyn, NY.

In Poetry & Prose Tags marisa crawford, weird sister, reversible, poetry, books, read, 90s, nostalgia, music, smashing pumpkins
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Boyer d'Agen

I Believe in Ghosts: A Tragedy

November 6, 2017

I asked her to show herself to me. Please. I needed her to show herself to me. "I’m all alone," I said, "I swear I won’t be afraid." Sometimes it made me cry when she didn’t show. When not so much as a light would flicker or an object on the dash would move. There was no sign at all. I cried or I shouted or I grew very afraid.

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In Personal Essay Tags Kailey Tedesco, Ghosts, Death, Grief, Loss
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Via Phassion 

Lit & Fashion: Miss Havisham and Her Haunted Dress

November 5, 2017

...Miss Havisham’s dress has become her shroud...

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In Beauty, Art, Lifestyle Tags fashion, Literature, film
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8 Billie Holiday Songs That Will Crush You

November 2, 2017

Joanna C. Valente is a human who lives in Brooklyn, New York, and is the author of Sirs & Madams (Aldrich Press, 2014), The Gods Are Dead (Deadly Chaps Press, 2015), Marys of the Sea (The Operating System, 2017), Xenos (Agape Editions, 2016) and the editor of A Shadow Map: An Anthology by Survivors of Sexual Assault (CCM, 2017). Joanna received a MFA in writing at Sarah Lawrence College, and is also the founder of Yes, Poetry, a managing editor for Luna Luna Magazine and CCM, as well as an instructor at Brooklyn Poets. Some of their writing has appeared, or is forthcoming, in Brooklyn Magazine, Prelude, Apogee, Spork, The Feminist Wire, BUST, and elsewhere. 

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In Music Tags billie holiday, music
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via NPR

My Aimee Mann Liner Notes

November 1, 2017

The first time I heard the sound of Aimee Mann’s voice was on the television. It was on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. The episode titled "Sleeper" featured Aimee as a guest musician at the famed, fictional hangout The Bronze. Buffy was famous for bringing in real, sometimes established musicians to play on the show. Aimee, however, had a speaking role too. She played the songs "This is How it Goes" and "Pavlov’s Bell" from her 2002 album Lost In Space. Her line? "Man, I hate playing vampire towns."

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In Music Tags Aimee Mann, Lydia A. Cyrus, Music
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The Spookiness & Nostalgia of Loreena McKennitt & Halloween

October 31, 2017

On a brisk December evening in the early 90s, my aunt took me and two of my cousins to stand in a stranger’s yard in rural Maryland and sing to a dead tree.

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In Music Tags Loreena McKennitt, halloween, music, Lauren Eggert-Crowe
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Alex Iona

Zodiac Diptych by Alex Iona

October 31, 2017

To  express the tragedy of a legend through a single gaze, to evoke emotion through posture, to shape an identity in the classical veil of mythology.

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In Art Tags Alex Iona, Photography, Art, Zodiac, Astrology, Diptych
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We Have a Newsletter! Please Sign Up, Darklings!

October 30, 2017

Did you know we have a newsletter? Yep, we do! One of the best (and easiest) ways to support what we do is subscribe to our newsletter. Right here: tinyletter.con/lunalunamagazine

In it, we send weekly article reads round-ups, links to work by people we know and love outside of Luna Luna, we extol our phenomenal writers and editors, and we share some personal ideas and feelings.

It's very important that the newsletter keeps an intimate feel. So, you know, you feel like you’re cuddling in bed with us. We wouldn't just want to link you to a bunch stuff and then be done with you, after all! We love you. 

Oh, and if you're a fan of Luna Luna and you want more of that good stuff, our editors have newsletters, too.

Lisa Marie Basile's newsletter is all rituals, writing, and mini interviews with wonderful people: tinyletter.com/lisamariebasile

Joanna Valente's newsletter is very literary and personal: tinyletter.com/jvalente

We'd love if you subscribed.

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Curtains (1983)

9 Reasons Why the Canadian Horror Film “Curtains” Deserves a Remake

October 30, 2017

Curtains, although one of my favorite Slasher films, I believe is the perfect candidate for a remake. Why you ask? Hear me out:

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In Pop Culture Tags Tiffany Sciacca, Listicle, Horror Movies, Horror, Curtains
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Gustav Klimt Makeup Tutorial for the Art Witch Inside Us All

October 30, 2017

BY ISABELLA STRAZZABOSCO

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When I was little, my mom had huge coffee table books full of art piled around the house and I was always transfixed by what was inside. I brushed past the descriptions and biographies, looking for the pictures that caught my eye. Although I never lingered at Rockwell or Renoir, I would always stop when I got to Klimt. Feeling a little bit like Alice, I became totally engulfed in the gold-leafed wonderland of his paintings. They reminded me of Greek Gods and Goddesses, beautiful, surreal, and a little scary. His paintings seemed to breathe, the shimmering textures and lush colors of his pieces made them feel alive. They were magical. 

Even after I grew tired of my mom’s books and looked for art in new places, Klimt’s influence stayed with me, manifesting itself in a love for jewel tones, metallics, the surreal, and the majestic. My first tarot deck was the Golden Tarot of Klimt, and my connection with the deck came easy, because I already had a strong and intuitive bond with the images on the cards.

When I decided I wanted to make a makeup look inspired by art history, it’s hard to think of an artist better suited than Klimt. This look is great for when you want to get a little dreamier, a little darker, and a little more glittery. As much as I would love to walk down the street streaming golden tears and draped in velvet every day, this is probably the closest I’m going to to living like one of the characters in a Klimtian fever dream.

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First, prime and prep your skin. I opted for a heavier coverage foundation and matte powder, because I wanted a smooth and even base to add color back into later. I also contoured my cheekbones with a cream contour. I wanted my eyebrows to be very defined (à la Klimt’s muse, Adele Bloch-Bauer), so I filled them in with a pencil and then brushed them into shape with a gel.

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My favorite aspect about the people that Klimt paints are their cheeks. They all have a dreamy blush that flushes over nearly the entire face, like they just. To make it wearable, I opted for a rosy beige with a cream formula, which lets you really work it into your skin for an *ethereal glow*. It also lets you be in control of building up the amount of color you want, to make sure you lean more towards Marie Antoinette's cheek rouge than sunburn.

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I used a berry lip stain, followed by a darker lipstick in the middle of my lips, and avoided any harsh lines by smudging my lip line with a q-tip. I dabbed my fingers on my lips to pick up some of the color, and then pressed the leftover lipstick onto the tops of my cheekbones over the blush I already put on. 

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For the eyes, I drew inspiration from two very Klimt-esque pieces, "Larme d'or" (Tears of Gold) by Anne Marie Zilberman, and Nan Goldin’s Joey at the Love Ball. The first time I saw Nan Goldin’s photo at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago, I was hypnotized by the same elements that had always drawn me to Klimt. It instantly became my favorite photograph, and its beautiful colors and textures have been floating around my head ever since.

Using the same berry lip stain from earlier, I blended it all the way from my lash line to my brow bone (Warning! Red pigment can be irritating to some people’s eyes, so if you decide to do this step, proceed with caution), and then took a shimmery grey-brown and blended it over my lid. I drew a thick line with gold liquid eyeliner, flicked it out at the ends, added some mascara to my bottom lashes, and ta-da! I was done. 

To finish the look I took some glitter and placed it on my cheekbones, cupid’s bow, and the end of my nose, to mimic the kaleidoscopic, bejeweled feeling of Klimt’s work.  

By this point you’re left glowing and glittering like a post-impressionist angel. You can totally play up any of the features in this look to up the dramatics, or to play it down if you want to rock the gilded goddess look on the day-to-day.

RELATED: What Self-Care & Beauty Rituals Mean for Trans & Non-Binary People

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Skin
Nature Republic Cell Boosting BB Cream in shade 01
Maybelline Dream Wonder Powder in shade 03
Glossier Cloud Paint in shade Dusk
Lime Crime Diamond Crushers in shade Choke

Eyes
NYX Soft Matte Lip Cream in shade Copenhagen
Urban Decay Naked 3 Palette, shades Mugshot and Darkside
Jordana Cat Eye Liner in shade Future
Maybelline Great Lash Mascara

Eyebrows
NYX Auto Eyebrow Pencil in shade Black
Glossier Boy Brow in shade Black

Lips
NYX Soft Matte Lip Cream in shade Copenhagen
Bite Beauty Creme Lipstick in shade 001


Isabella Strazzabosco is an artist, witch, and triple air sign from Chicago. She currently resides in New York City, where she is studying visual and global studies at The New School. Isabella has been an artistic associate and core creative at Free Street Theater since 2014, and a member of the Goodman Theater slam poetry team in the 2016-2017 season. Isabella loves Nick Cave, Gemini season, and the strawberry cheesecake pancakes from IHOP.

In Beauty Tags gustav klimt, art, art makeup, klimt tutorials, isabella strazzabosco
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5 Books You Should Read That Are Magical & Witchy

October 26, 2017

Joanna C. Valente is a human who lives in Brooklyn, New York, and is the author of Sirs & Madams (Aldrich Press, 2014), The Gods Are Dead (Deadly Chaps Press, 2015), Marys of the Sea (The Operating System, 2017), Xenos (Agape Editions, 2016) and the editor of A Shadow Map: An Anthology by Survivors of Sexual Assault (CCM, 2017). Joanna received a MFA in writing at Sarah Lawrence College, and is also the founder of Yes, Poetry, a managing editor for Luna Luna Magazine and CCM, as well as an instructor at Brooklyn Poets. Some of their writing has appeared, or is forthcoming, in Brooklyn Magazine, Prelude, Apogee, Spork, The Feminist Wire, BUST, and elsewhere. 

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In Poetry & Prose Tags books, sebastian castillo, alison stone, shannon elizabeth hardwick, andre breton
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‘in the glitter-open black' — poetry by Fox Henry Frazier
‘in the glitter-open black' — poetry by Fox Henry Frazier
'poet as tarantula,  poem as waste' — poetry by  Ewen Glass
'poet as tarantula, poem as waste' — poetry by Ewen Glass
'Hours rot away in regalia' — poetry by Stephanie Chang
'Hours rot away in regalia' — poetry by Stephanie Chang
'down down down the hall of mirrors' — poetry by Ronnie K. Stephens
'down down down the hall of mirrors' — poetry by Ronnie K. Stephens
'Grew appendages, clawed towards light' — poetry by Lucie Brooks
'Grew appendages, clawed towards light' — poetry by Lucie Brooks
'do not be afraid' — poetry by Maia Decker
'do not be afraid' — poetry by Maia Decker
'The darkened bedroom' — poetry by Jessica Purdy
'The darkened bedroom' — poetry by Jessica Purdy
'I am the body that I am under' — poetry by Jennifer MacBain-Stephens
'I am the body that I am under' — poetry by Jennifer MacBain-Stephens
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