We Can’t Hear The Sirens Sing, But We’re Drawn To Them Anyway

The last time we checked, these are the mythical beasts who hypnotize sailors with their sweet songs and tales of glory so that the poor wretches crash into jagged rocks and die. Real talk: that doesn't sound like a bad deal. We'll totally crash the Fleshbot Party Van into whatever these girls want if they point their boobs in our direction and say a few nice words.

Part bird, born of the sea, skin made of gold, nipples that could cut you clean to the bone: that's what we want in a mate, and we're very happy that Daniel Bracci has given us a look at such babes so we might focus our energies on acquiring one as a wife. Obviously, our half-siren babies will learn their mother's language and ways because it's a vibrant culture that deserves to be kept alive no matter what all those angry sailors' families say.

· Via Fashionising (fashionising.com)