A few years ago, I had this idea of doing a Karen Mulder tribute based on her career in the 1990s. For some reason a couple of Oasis songs from their Definitely Maybe (1994) and (What’s the Story) Morning Glory? (1995) albums really stuck with me, especially their 1994 single, Supersonic. Everything from Karen’s beautiful countenance, bright spirit, and noir femme fatale fashion style mirrored the sound and look of Oasis in the 90s.
Karen wasn’t part of the big five or six, but in her day, she was an absolute force and an even more brilliant star on the catwalk. She had a ton of personality in her poise and walk that you couldn’t help but be enamored in her style and ambience. Her work for Thierry Mugler and Versace alone, are some of the coolest and most iconic looks to me. Karen could be her own Frank Miller, Cruella de Vil or Maleficent kind of character, yet be lovable, slapstick, and class personified all in one.
A fashion valkyrie, blonde with class or Supersonic sentient, there’s truly not enough I can say about Karen Mulder. She’s probably impacted my life just as much as Chris Cornell, and she’s one of my all time heroes. And even as the world is seemingly going mad as it is of late, Karen Mulder is always someone who reminds me of the tremendous beauty in the world and innate goodness in people. So Happy Birthday Karen Mulder, wishing you peace, love & happiness, forever and a day.
Credit to stefmodels and ArianaVSCouture for images
And @dedicated_to_karen_mulder is great!
‘Cause God gimme soul in your rock and roll, babe
‘Cause God gimme soul in your rock and roll, babe
And I get so high I just can’t feel it
And I get so high I just can’t feel it
In and out my brain
Running through my vein
You’re my sunshine
You’re my rain
Sittin’ on my own, chewin’ on a bone
A thousand million miles from home
When something hit me
Somewhere right between the eyes
Sleepin’ on a plane, you know you can’t complain
You took your last chance once again
I landed, stranded
Hardly even knew your name
Paint no illusion, try to click with whatcha got
Taste every potion ’cause if yer like yerself a lot
Go let it out, go let it in, go let it out
Life is precocious in a most peculiar way
Sister psychosis don’t got a lot to say
She go let it out, she go get it in, she go let it out
She go let it out, she go get it in, she go let it out
Is it any wonder why princes and kings
Are clowns that caper in their sawdust rings
‘Cause ordinary people that are like you and me
We’re the keepers of their destiny
Is it my imagination
Or have I finally found something worth living for?
I was looking for some action
But all I found was cigarettes and alcohol
You could wait for a lifetime
To spend your days in the sunshine
You might as well do the white line
‘Cause when it comes on top
You gotta make it happen
You gotta make it happen
You gotta make it happen
You gotta make it happen
Is it worth the aggravation
To find yourself a job when there’s nothing worth working for?
It’s a crazy situation
But all I need are cigarettes and alcohol
I know you think you deserve
An explanation on the meanings of life
But what you think that you heard
Slipped away out the back of your mind
You’ll get your mucky fingers burnt
You get your truth from the lies you were learned
When all your plastic believers will leave us
And they won’t return
(Walk on)
And when you look in the mirror
And you’re tying up your buttons and bows
And as you face your disease
You can squeeze into the emperor’s clothes
You found your God in a paperback
You get your history from the union jack
And all your brothers and sisters have gone
And they won’t come back
I’m fed up with life in the city
All the phonies have blown my mind
When I’m gone, yeah, you look like you’d miss me
So come along with me
But don’t ask why
Cos it’s all mine
Super Love Unknown 