More Ouija, Woncha?

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[ Rebecca Caldwell's ‘Witchmobile’ ]

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[ Ouija Board Beaded Necklace : Gilliauna ]

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Dario Robleto :
Hippies And A Ouija Board (Everyone Needs To Cling To Something), 2003-2004

Suitcase: Cast and carved dehydrated bone calcium and bone dust from every bone in the body, microcrystalline cellulose, cold cast iron and brass, rust, antique syringe, crushed velvet, leather, thread, water extendable resin, typeset Bottles, medicines, and Ouija board: cast and carved dehydrated bone calcium and bone dust from every bone in the body, typeset, home-brewed moonshine (potato derived alcohol), wine health tonics (water, sugar, fermented black cherries, yeast, gelatin, tartaric acid, pectinase, sulfur dioxide, oak flavoring, fortified with 100-year-old hemlock oil, Devil’s Claw, witch hazel bark, swamp root, powdered rhubarb, pleurisy root, belladonna root, white pine tar, coal tar, dandelion, sarsaparilla, mandrake, mullein, scullcap, cramp bark, elder, ginseng, horny goat weed, tansy, sugar of lead, mercury with chalk and tin-oxide; calcium potassium, creatine, zinc, iron, nickel, copper, boron, vitamin k, crushed amino acids, home-cultured antibiotics, chromium, magnesium, colostrum, ironized yeast, ground pituitary gland, ground wisdom teeth, ground sea horse, shark cartilage, coral calcium, iodine & castor oil) Records: various 1960′s 45 rpm records cast in prehistoric whale bone dust, typeset, 42 x 23 x 19 inches

Collection of the Jack S. Blanton Museum of Art

University of Texas : Austin, Texas

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Stirring The Cauldron Of Commerce: More Stitch-Witchery

:: Part 2 of 2 ::
(part 1 available HERE)

To commence,
for the ladies—a dose of crosses & mayhem:

Crucify by Audrey Kitching’s Tokyolux

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a two-fingered owl skull ring by Blood Milk,
who craft some of the most correct accessories I’ve ever seen

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However, now? One for me…
I friggin’ love this print—though I need it on a black hoody, kplzthnx

We Lived Our Lives In Black by China Le, blogmistress of With Asian Stereotypes

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Moving right along, as promised…

::  for the gents  ::

Crooked Crosses for the Nodding God

t-shirt by Obesity & Speed

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from Ryan Noon‘s Autumn/Winter 2010 collection

‘My Tribe’:

Abstract Tee with
tiger teeth, legs, feathers & blue triangle print

‘Slit’ Tee with
shark tooth print

&

the Electric Shaman

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from Actual Pain

Mystery Faith Crew Neck Sweater
&

Conjuration Sweater

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Ashton Michael‘s Capelet with Hood

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SkinGraft Designs : Black Leather Face Mask

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Ombre Batwing Pants by Gods Prey

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Silver Shark Jaw Necklace by Triskaidekaphobia

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:: up . next ::
an objet d’art (seven of them, actually) ranking high on my list of
⟣ Severely.&.Sincerely.Coveted ⟢

the unisexy, multi-purpose Pins of the Seven Sacred Planets

by Black Sheep & Prodigal Sons

Oxidized Silver Cottonmouth Bolo Scarf,

&

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The Ultimate Pro-Ana Dining Utensil

a single Pinky Diablo silver-plate spoon for each meal

Otherwise? It’s 

:: both teaspoon & tablespoon sizes available :: $45 each; free shipping in the US ::

Oh, & if you lack a sense of humor?

Lachen Sie sich tot!

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Fangtastic! Quite The Unholy Matrimony, This…

Ring & me:

For which, first & foremost, I must extend props to the Most Correct
blog known as Dirty Flaws ♡

Among recent discoveries among the internet ethers, of course I’d come across
another accessory bordering on the “untouchable” end of the spectrum…

I mean, first Le Petit Protector (thanks for the additional info, oh omniscient VJESCI).

And now this sublime “Fang” ring by Brett Westfall of Unholy Matrimony?!

Despite my scatter-shot land-mine of a memory, I can still recall Mr. Westfall lurking outside a boutique I managed, back in 2001. Cute, thin, and decidely of the “skater boy” ilk, he had samples of his line draped over an arm and for a good 15-20 minutes stood on the sidewalk, attempting to act all mad cazh with each furtive glance shot through the front window (punctuated with a flip of his dirty blond bangs, which I assumed was for dramatic effect).

I would remark, “‘Then poof!‘ he disappeared”—except that in the current context (translation: written by the über-poofter that I am), I can’t help but think a reader’s thoughts would veer towards certain inevitable double-entendres…

When that? That is not the case.

On the contrary, what I intend to say: I believe “extra-curricular” activities might have played a part in his no-show that afternoon. No-show until later, that is: when I begged/pleaded/pseudo-slyly coerced the shop’s owner to begin carrying his home-spun, (then) burgeoning line with the Goth-damaged name: Unholy Matrimony.

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Loaded.

Wait.  Wha—

WANT.

Where.What.How

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Mad Pash for Fash/Reasons to Melt Plastic

First off, thanks to all of you wherever who did whatever, whenever that made my imdb stats jump so high this week. I don’t know if it’s a result of my presence in the *(cough! cough!)* “Celebrity Lifestyle’ issue of Wedding Dresses magazine that came out earlier this month. I mean, I knew that was a mainstream fluke… I just didn’t expect to see it, well, just about everywhere. Especially, say—on a shopping excursion at 3 a.m. for Redi-Whip at Ralph’s.

Then again, I also didn’t anticipate going from having three cameras in my possession to none in the span of a week and a half.

As with anything in my life, it seems I have to learn my lessons the hardest way imaginable. Rather than talk about despair (I mean, please—how many years was I Too Goth To Handle? There’s only so long I can go around having a bad time everywhere!), I’m just gonna “suck it up’ and buy a Canon that’s been recommended.

So…since I don’t have any “exclusive’ photos at the moment, I figured:
Why not post about some of my current obsessions?

Today I’m diggin’ on…

Urinal Art:

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The debut issue of Japanese Men’s Vogue:

on the cover: Ash Stymest, photographed by Hedi Slimane

(Here’s a peek at a forthcoming editorial… on par with American Men’s Vogue, right? Riiiiiiiight):

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A runway look from a while back that’s haunting me in the best way imaginable…

Somebody. Help me. Please!

Who’s responsible for this stroke of slick black genius?

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Then– of course, what’s a little…screen-saver/site-scan shopping?

Granted, I can’t fight off the lyrics that come to mind of someone who truly understands the meaning of the word irony: Lily Allen. Her demo “I Don’t Know” is such a strychnine-soaked smiley-faced commentary on contemporary society; rarely a day goes by that the sardonic lyrics don’t get queued up on the ol’ iPod.

Despite the cadence that resonates through lines like:

“I am a weapon of massive consumption/
It’s not my fault/it’s how I’m programmed to function…”

Here’s where I succumb to that which I

COVET (cause I just plain)

LOVE IT.

Spot-Check These Finds Among My “Wish List of the Moment”…

Toy Me’s Silver Scissor Cuff:

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Citizen Citizen’s Shoplifter Tote Bag:

(both items available from fashion journalist Rose Apodaca
& self-avowed “design junkie” Andy Griffith’s A Plus R store)

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