Photographer Ted Sabarese has created a fantastical, kooky juxtaposition between his prissy blonde model and some giant, whimsical monsters. Feathers, sequins, and shreds, oh my!

This crazy, energetic monster couture is the creation of imaginative “sound suit” artist Nick Cave. Who, as I just learned, is not this Nick Cave, he of pornstaches and murder ballads with Kylie Minogue.

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The original and the best. Many have tried, but none compare to the voodoo master. When performing this song, Screamin’ Jay would wear a cape and emerge from a coffin on stage–not to mention the fog, real live snakes, tusks in his nose, and a rather charming cigarette-smoking skull called Henry. He’s kind of a lunatic.

2. Bauhaus: Stigmata Martyr

Talk about commitment! The Godfathers of Goth used to drive around in a funeral car called the Bauhearse, and when performing the sorta cliché vampire hit “Bela Lugosi’s Dead,” manorexic singer Peter Murphy would hang upside down like a bat. For ten minutes. But now that vamps have been co-opted by sparkly Twihards, we look instead to this tortured ode to a fucked-up Catholic childhood…he and Riccardo Tisci at Givenchy would probably be besties.

3. The Horrors: Sheena is a Parasite

When the big-haired, twig-legged Horrors emerged in 2006 with names like Spyder Webb and Joshua Von Grimm, you kind of knew what you were gonna get. They’ve since ditched the spooky kid names, but their debut single (and creepmaster Chris Cunningham‘s video) can still make the hairs on the back of your neck stick up. At only 90 seconds long, it’ll leave your guests wondering what the hell just happened.

4. The Sisters of Mercy: This Corrosion

There’s an eerie children’s choir, lead singer Andrew Eldritch looking miserable in the rain, and the broad looks like Elvira with less impressive cleavage. ‘Nuff said.

5. Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds: Red Right Hand

Some more song titles from Nick Cave‘s oeuvre: “I’m Gonna Kill That Woman,” “Release the Bats,” “Jack the Ripper,” and an entire album of Murder Ballads. Any song from the coolest Australian ever would do, but it’s this Scream staple that’s regarded as his most disturbing. Cave’s sinster, strained vocals, the skulking beat, and the murderous lyrics sound like a horror movie come to life. That hand’s red for a reason.

6. Roky Erickson and the Aliens: I Walked With a Zombie

This is what happens when you take a lot of hallucinogenic drugs. After spending some time in a hospital for the criminally insane, psychedelic legend Roky Erickson wrote a whole album devoted to ghouls, aliens, demons, and just being totally nuts. That said, you can probably outrun a zombie.

And finally, put on Thriller. It’s a jam, and after all this doom and gloom, your creeped-out friends will probably just want to dance.

What are your favorite spooky tunes?

I’m always surprised at how busy and nutty-acting everyone gets during Fashion Week prep. Everyone is in a huff. I’ve seen a lot of models in Soho, they’re almost all in huffs. Except for the “It” models, you know like Ash and Jethro. I bet they’re never in anything like a huff, they’re only in magazines. Is Cole Mohr still “It”?

Anyway, I got invited to the model casting for Duckie Brown. It made me feel a little special, but whenever I told anyone they sort of laughed. Everyone thought I was trying out to be a model, I wasn’t. Duckie wanted me there to cast models, and pretend to DJ. I really like pretending.

It was self-defeating though. The casting, I mean.  I was the short, pasty, black-clad kid with grandma glasses and bad hair. Everyone around me was 6 foot tall, healthy, fit, and beautiful. It was awful, and amazing. Amazing because they were changing and naked and trying on great clothes.

Two boys I party with came on a go-see. Is that an official term? Go-see? Or did Tyra make that up for America’s Next Top Model? But, right, Jace and Harvey came on a go-see. It was nice seeing them out and about during the day. And I think both of them were cast, because they have amazing walks and are so handsome.

Oh. Did anyone see that Craiglist missed connection from Tuesday? A friend posted it to my Facebook. I think someone I know, a boy, gave a man a blowjob at the Box while his girlfriend watched. It all happened on the balcony, I mean, I must have been a few feet away. Was it you? Tell me the truth. I need the scoop.

I think it’s a good nightlife when things like this can still happen. It reminds me of Studio 54.

It’s so sad that the Ruff Club is ending. I don’t know what else to say. It’s the end of an era, or something. There’s a rumor that Peaches Geldof and Jethro Cave will be there. That they’re going to DJ. I love Nick Cave, and his son Jethro is amazing. I didn’t know that Peaches is still around. Can I have her job? What is her job?

P.S.

I forgot to mention I met Christopher Sauve and Julia Frakes yesterday while creeping Soho with Alex. Chris was the nicest, like so pleasant. Julia was a button, but I kind of think I squeezed her hand too hard. Alex thought her pants were a great Beacon’s find, but of course they were Erin Wasson. Nicollette said Julia was a downtown luminary.

I guess she must be if she’s curating a collection at Screaming Mimi’s for Fashion’s Night Out. I’m jealous, wish I was curating a collection.

Did you know that even the Disney Channel changes its New York programming before and during Fashion Week? I told you, nutty-acting. Everyone.