A tribute page for those of us whose lives cannot exist without the sheer brilliance of Miss Grace Jones' incredible fashion, music and iconography.
I do not own the majority of the pictures I post, I am merely a slave to the rhythm.
Please let me know what you would like to see more/less of.
This site is cared for by williams-blood.
“Rhythm is both the songs manical and its demonic charge. It is the original breath , it is the whisper of unremitting demand. What do you still want to be said of the singer? What do you think you can still draw from my lips? Exact presence that no fantasy can represent. Purveyor of the old secret, alive with the blood that boils again, And is pulsing where the rhythm is torn apart. How your singers blood is incensed at the depth of sound. Lacerations echo in the mouths open erotic sky where dance together, The lost trenches of rhythm and an imploring immobility… Ladies and gentlemen…miss Grace Jones…Jones the rhythm.”