Make a statement and look fabulous in this all-over printed, fitted dress.
• Imported fabric: 82% polyester / 18% spandex
• Material has a four-way stretch, which means fabric stretches and recovers on the cross and lengthwise grains.
• Made with smooth, comfortable microfiber yarn
• Precision-cut and hand-sewn after printing
• Blank product components sourced from China
Readers, London is giddy with excitement. Its streets and squares throb with the pulse of the new. I am arrived as a complete person with my dreams intact. I am landed from another planet, so it seems, and I am thrilled with hopes of discovery and the promise of pleasures great. Life is luscious at last and I await its taking. Life must ravish me for I have waited so long.
My boyfriend with hair of glimmering blue and bejewelling of any worthy dandy at court has indeed swept me off my feet. He fair seduced me with his derring-do and good humor, his charisma effervescent and uncontained. All the world is so beguiled by his charms that I am oft to swoon at his tiniest touch upon my once neglected flesh. His penis is magnificent and although I am forced to complete the task of my girlish satisfaction when he carries out his morning ablutions, it takes me to where I have not been before, the gate of nearly there at the hands of another.
The act of flesh pleasuring has obsessed me and the floods are upon me in my nethers. I am uncontrolled and it is most exhilarating in both mind and body. But my human form does what it will without the concerns of my brain and so I let it for, there is no purpose to deny the inevitable.
Father was close to hatred of the parading peacock whippersnapper; no, 'twas some male complexity of ownership, or some such silliness of male pride. But I am reached eighteen and was free to complete the union with the boy-man with the beautiful hard penis of pleasure.
Father did not attend the wedding nor pay for its accomplishment and so our rings were cheap nickel tinlets. But I care not for the glistening appendages of royalty for I have run away from the prison of my childhood to the circus of punk.
We were married in six weeks of knowing this mutual electricity and I have escaped Father’s torturous violence. How wonderful life is with the punk rockers along the famous King’s Road in glorious London Town.
I have taken to adorning myself with all that is peacock bright and have been in training to speak like the commoners. In return, they have allowed me to be graced by their freedoms. There is music everywhere and tribal chanting. The whisky pours and tobacco makes clouds above our dizzy heads. The drugs are as free as the birds in this here London town. We embrace ourselves with the sounds of the streets and large music boxes. We have access to all areas and I have even frequented Heaven!
Ah, readers, tis not the Heaven you think you know; tis a club of night time rebellious revelers, a place for the shenanigans of dandies in the tightest of leathers. They are strapped in bondage clothes and the makeup of girls and are a sight to behold.
I have rubbed shoulders with Sir Lenny from the music warrior clan ACDC and just this week with Siouxie Sioux, a Banshee of fine and dulcet melodies.
The street people with shaven heads, blue jeans and laced boots, have also embraced me. They call themselves skinheads and they are most attractive with their butchness and crazy zest for life. They like to march and chant and their music is rousing indeed.
But one threatened me harm just yesterday when I criticized his manners in a way that revealed my education and upbringing. I am now wise to watch my errant tongue, to adopt a more colloquial method of reciting life’s idiosyncrasies, and most of all ‘do what is good for me’.
I have also learned that it is prudent not to mention my lack of pure heritage in case it rouse feelings of embitterment for although I am grateful for acceptance into the clans of London, I am aware that a lack of purity of genes might cause a rejection, and worse still, a harm to my person.
I am learning each day to exist here in London town and although it does not come as naturally as I had perceived from the shiny magazines of my child zone, I am thrilled with excitement for I know not what the future brings and I am free.
The Club of One Hundred and the Club of Blitz are my new homes of whisky and song. We attend most regularly and I have amassed many tickets and mingled with many celebutantes. The partying is hedonistic and the whiskey and the drugs take my mind to places that give me peace. I forget the death fear years. I am graced only with abandon.
Finally, I am with my tribe, I am a punk rocker!
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The Dominartist prints original artworks from the Dominartist Exhibition on dresses rather than paper.
The Dominartist seeks to collaborate with a real model linked by an idea.
The model or wearer is the channel for the idea. Anyone can be a collaborator if they have a dress.
The dress now becomes a fluid artwork that the artist's two dimensional art print lacked.
This dress relies on the collaborator to make the idea.
The idea is that enlightenment can be discovered through art. The dress is the art.
Limited editions of clothes are of 100. Dated on the label 2020.
Dresses are considered wearable and collectable works of art.
The Dominartist exhibition does not currently offer traditional paper prints for sale, only dresses and postcards.
An ART DRESS is an investment but can be worn too.
The Dominartist rejects throw away fashion.
The Dominartist wears ART.
Our line of mini art postcards (4" x 6") offer an affordable and fun way to collect unusual fine art.
The Domino collection is fun and offers a keepsake artwork from the project.
The Dominartist turns designer for the new and exciting range of dresses and merchandise.
What makes us different? We use real art and put it onto fabric for an exciting and edgy take on street and designer fashion. From casual affordable items to limited edition dresses that are investments for collectors, the Dominartist label fuses amazing artworks from our in house designer artists with statement clothes for modern humans who are up for getting noticed as art and fashion fans as well as being contemporary dressers.
The art clothes, as we have termed them, should be viewed as a modern art gallery and each dress is an artwork to be treasured. Profit goes straight to the artists themselves and the dresses come with the original Dominartist Logo on the label.
Even performance art extravaganza, poetry, prose and music scores will be on these incredible designer clothes.
NB Scarves and Socks produced on Redbubble do not come with our label at the moment.
I am absolutely sure when the crossover of fashion and art occurs, but I don't believe I can put it into words, at least not words that will make sense. But I definitely know when it does happen because I can see it, I can feel it and it stirs emotion within me.
Sometimes the emotion is just excitement, other times it's 'wow!'
I have a couple of fashion Lines on the go here at the Dominant artist project. My eco-range of recycled and upcycled clothing and accessories came to a standstill at the start of the pandemic and it's on hold ready to be re-launched next year when I can get out and about once again.
But the new shop here at the Dominartist Project has finally found its niche. I am making art wearable through graphics. For me it's all about flat surface design when it comes to our fashion range. I've taken a simple dress (actually three) and put the work of our artists in various patterns and ratios across the fabric. You can now choose your particular favourite artist's work and emblazon them across your torso or rump. The Dominart label is singularly the most exciting thing I've done in the last week!
And while I've been at it I even put out on socks because it's Christmas and I found it amusing.
Above all and beyond all the most important thing about selling on the Internet is creating your niche, and mark my words readers, niche is all I have. I am most proud to present wearable artworks for clients of taste and derring-do at a reasonable budget, where the artists reap the rewards rather than the manufacturer, where the designs are unique and not copied from other artists, where workers are not exploited (as far as I can ascertain) and where the benefits seemingly outweigh the niggling doubt of shallow gains that vanity invokes.
I will be uploading one design a day for the next five years of the project, which is when our funding runs out.
I will be offering discounts for Patreon supporters and will pop up some subscription discounts in the new year.
Here is yesterday's design which uses the painting Babe which was recently on show at the Pellirocco Hotel in Brighton.
And for the accessories you can go to the Redbubble Shop