Now that the festivities have come to end and the year has just begun it’s time to get our reading caps on. Winter is a good time to build upon our literary arsenal. With the right books we can provide our own warmth and generate heat to move us forward, take us into new realms, … Continue reading
LUNA LUNA loves: playing voyeur. Come inside, darlings. Continue reading
There’s a whole world of darkness and an otherworld of death awaiting all of us, and putting nutmeg and cinnamon in it and calling it “pumpkin spice” to try to ignore the looming reality of our own mortality doesn’t make it go away. Continue reading
You creepy quija board lover, you. Come here. I have something for you… Continue reading
Confession: I love a project. When I find a broken branch in the mud, kicked idly into the dirt by a disillusioned dog walker, my first instinct is to dig out my crafts kit and spend my Friday night turning it into a bad-ass magic wand over a glass of red wine. So of course, … Continue reading
“I believe in God, but not as one thing, not as an old man in the sky. I believe that what people call God is something in all of us.” – John Lennon I am not religious. I find organised religion a frightening doctrine and one that is inherently flawed. After years of examining life … Continue reading
Me: In the mornings, amidst the millions, Sometimes there is movement out there In the cloying darkness of the tunnels, When I squint Through the breath of them all And around the stagnation. A separation of shadows, A shift in the darkness. I am being watched. You: New York subway, you are the infinite headache … Continue reading
One of the many, many fabulous things about spending 8 years at a haunted hotel turned artist’s haven (more on that in another post, I swear) is the amazing and often-creepy group of artists/creators one encounters in said space. Damien Youth is one such artist. Performing and recording music since the mid 80’s, I only met … Continue reading
Image: Francesca Woodman Half-life Locked in the trunk I wonder to myself whether he knows about negative capability, this scene an objective correlative, bound, gagged panting against the oiled carpet quilted with piss stains and rust, rapture for my driver sucking his thumb, cocking his tired … Continue reading
From blood dripping at your fingertips to bloodshot eyeballs, nail art has come a long way from cute pastel colors covered in glitter (don’t get me wrong, I love a good glitter look though!). One of my very first nail art creations was a dripping blood tip inspired by my love for Gloomy Bear; a … Continue reading
I often snap photos of weird items I see at thrift and antique shops. I’ll be focusing on them from time to time in my column. Today’s feature is Creepy Little Boy Figurines. The Creepy Irish Boy This little boy sporting neon green cap and shirt is Irish, but was probably birthed in Germany. He … Continue reading
When I was very, very young—maybe 14—my best friend Lilian* and I did magic spells in her basement. We were shopping at the mall when I came across a copy of either Drawing Down The Moon or Silver Ravenwolf’s Teen Witch: Wicca For A New Generation (lol). I had grown up watching horror movies and felt intrinsically separated from most kids, so I … Continue reading
I made a cup of coffee and started perusing Saatchi’s website at midnight, because that’s what normal people do. When I saw a corset raining flowers, I wished I had about $5,000 extra dollars to buy the original artwork that Ysabel LeMay makes. LeMay was born in Quebec and started by studying painting–she’s since done … Continue reading
This coyote night is cold as ice-feet or kidney baths, he says. I wonder if this is a joke; I am afraid to wonder too much. Wide cheeks and a lousy mustache are enough to produce apprehension. He hands me a beer, he tells me I’m clumsy after I almost drop it on the gravel. … Continue reading
Black has been a color (or is it the absence of color? Art school kids can correct me if you want) that trendsetters and individuals alike have always gravitated towards. It is dark, mysterious, signifies the unknown or the lack of caring about the unknown. Long gone are the days of just “those” kids wearing … Continue reading
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