Siren: Get The Look

posted on 5/20/13

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The Summer heat beats down as the blue waves crash on the white powdery dunes. The Siren, beautiful and mysterious, stands alone singing her song of temptation, luring sailors to their deaths on the brutal jagged cliffs. Channel her seductive power with a look by Private Island; long green wig, loose pirate shirt, neon blue leggings and braided gold belt, the most Dangerous Queen of the Sea.

According to the roman poet Virgil, Sirens dwelled in three small and treacherous islands called Sirenum Scopuli. There they played their song of temptation until the day when mortals could hear their song and pass by, which Odysseus did in the Odyssey by tying his body to the mast while his sailors stuffed wax in their ears. It is curious that when sailors and their ships crash upon the rocks tempted by their song, the victims would not die, they would simply waste away for the island had no resources or food and completely entranced they would be by the divine temptresses. It said the Sirens were once Harpies, but that the Queen of Goddess Hera challenged them to have a singing competition with the Muses, which the Muses won, and as punishment, the Harpies feathers were plucked and they fell into the sea, making the islands Sirenum Scopuli. The term “Siren Song” has become associated with that which is horrible for you but irresistible, Jane Ellen Harrison writes of them “Their song takes effect at midday, in a windless calm. The end of that song is death.”


Sirens, Mermaids and Water Sprites: Transformation and Seduction

The ocean has long been a source of legend surrounding feminine entities that lure men to their ultimate dreams and sometimes their deaths, it’s mankind’s long and intimate history with the ocean and it’s passage that creates this strange ambiance. This obsession and love affair with the Ocean is as old as Greco-Roman history, the struggle to accept the eternal and vast nature the ocean represents, that which cannot be tamed, controlled or mastered, the ocean full of mystery and danger, has never lost this sense of the sublime. The stories and figures come from this fear of death and the unknown, the misheard seagull calls becomes Siren Songs and unending storm and turmoil become beasts of the deep.



Antipholus of Syracruse:

O, train me not, sweet mermaid, with thy note,
To drown me in thy sister’s flood of tears.
Sing, siren, for thyself, and I will dote;
Spread o’er the silver waves thy golden hairs,
And as a bed I’ll take them and there lie,
And in that glorious supposition think
He gains by death that hath such means to die;
Let Love, being light, be drowned if she sink!
-Comedy of Errors

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