Gather ’round, chitlins, and I will tell you a tale. Last night my Russki/Icelandski comrade Quintus came over for some much-needed Russian food and Japanese film consumption. We had pelmeni he’d crafted and by the whiskers of Munchausen they were amazing. Pelmeni are Russia’s equivalent of ravioli, and you should probably try making them at home – this Wikipedia entry has a few suggestions. Do it. Do it. Just do it. Also, we drank a questionable amount of vodka, watched …
I love this! The details around the edges make me think of power lines and branches in the dark. Art inspired by this photo by www.hopeinvain.com – he reminded me of a Robert Frost poem I hold so dear and is also the creator of this. I have been one acquainted with the night. I have walked out in rain — and back in rain. I have outwalked the furthest city light. I have looked down the saddest city lane. …
It’s true that my head’s been elsewhere. Whether it’s between the clouds, in the sand, or lodged firmly up my own ass is yet to be determined. But it’s not all Cure songs and black nail polish [does “black nail polish” even carry any weight these days?] – no, things have been happening. And I kind of like this. Crayyzeh! Coilhouse issue 2 is done. Done. Done. And oh my god on fire, oh merciful Darwin’s ghost, oh sweet mama …
A walk
Or, I Unleash My Demons Upon Your Face
Coilhouse Magazine’s limited edition is now sold out. And Issue 1 is sold out at Atomic Books in Baltimore. In other news [through no fault of my own] a lovely shop is offering decals of my silhouette, from this photo by Andrew Yoon. Because you need my ghost staring at you while you slumber? Yes. In even further news, I have been painting tentacles on a jacket for a group art show I will tell you about soon. And Lou …
Time’s run out for the cobalt, at least for a while. A couple of streaks remain in the front but that’s all. Black like my soul, black like my heart, black like the void surrounding us all. BLACK. In equally darque news, someone from the cultural hive that is MySpace wrote me a song that I will share with you now. It’s rather epic – ripe for black metal interpretation! Allow me to preface this by saying the author is …
Lou O’Bedlam has a new book of medium format hotness, titled Knife Hits. I even have my own spread. You should get yourself a copy, soon. Limited run of 150! This was one of the last shoots I did with blue hair. Back to black again, which means you need the book even more, of course.
Who loves ya, baby? UPDATE All gone, kiddies! Hope to see you there tonight. Still from Anger’s Lucifer Rising
Smoke over the ocean.
Dear goo-haters whose comments didn’t get approved [mom, is that you?], I’ve decided you simply fear what you cannot understand and I want to help! You see, the goo was not really alien slime, no matter how badly we may wish it had been. Instead it was this mix from a science supply shop. Perfectly artificial and mixed in a bucket before my very eyes. As we move forth from this, try to understand that I enjoy posing for [and …
But here are two more. Makeup/styling by me, magical squid goo mixed by the mighty science power of Stuntkid. Have my eyes always been yellow?
Last night the moon was full. I celebrated with a sugar shock to the brain: pumpkin pie and a blended boba drink, at once Shooting my first 2-girl set in an hour Lou posted another one from this series, here
Where you might observe that I mostly come out at night and don’t care about focus as much as I probably should. I need a zoom lens. Tumult over Bergamot Station Wet pavement Sunday At the beginning of this year I was going to try to be part of the 365 project – the one that requires 1 daily self portrait for one year. It turned out to be more time consuming than I could commit to. In any case, …
Mer, Nadya and I were interviewed by Gala Darling about our Coilhouse Magazine experience so far. We talk about how it all began, our inspirations, workaholism and of course – the future. This is my favorite interview to date! Read it here.