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I went to see Hellboy 2 last night. I have to say: I like Hellboy. I love Guillermo del Toro. I do not think the two are a match. The magical, detailed, creepy-as-shit del Toro monsters simply do not mesh with the big red comic-book demon. Quite honestly, I felt a bit of the same in Pan's Labyrinth. Great monsters, randomly inserted.
So I asked myself, what SHOULD Guillermo del Toro be directing? And the answer was easy. The first time I saw the trailer for Hellboy, I saw the Angel of Death and I thought of the old 70's cover of Madeline L'Engle's "The Wind in the Door". I actually though someone was doing the L'Engle books as really creepy movies. Which would fucking rock. And for which these monsters would fit right in.
I was, however, saddened when I went looking for this picture to discover that since my childhood the cover art has been redone and is now incredibly fukkin lame.
Speaking of comic book movies, I'm Batman.
So I asked myself, what SHOULD Guillermo del Toro be directing? And the answer was easy. The first time I saw the trailer for Hellboy, I saw the Angel of Death and I thought of the old 70's cover of Madeline L'Engle's "The Wind in the Door". I actually though someone was doing the L'Engle books as really creepy movies. Which would fucking rock. And for which these monsters would fit right in.
I was, however, saddened when I went looking for this picture to discover that since my childhood the cover art has been redone and is now incredibly fukkin lame.
Speaking of comic book movies, I'm Batman.
Ill be at the San Diego Comic Con, July 23rd-27th. Saturday I'll be at the Suicide Girls booth, but the rest of the time I'll be At the Dimension Extreme booth. Dimension Extreme is the company the has picked up Wizard of Gore for DVD distribution. Stop by and say 'hi' to me and James!
(This being my first Comic Con, my inner comic book guy is totally jazzed.)
(This being my first Comic Con, my inner comic book guy is totally jazzed.)
Welcome to the first installation of the fashion section of my blog! Meet "VISA Goth".
Originally Posted to
The Devil is in the Details
The current fashion trend in utility belts gives me pause. Sure, they're convenient. But I grew up in the 80's, and I fear the fanny pack. I'm small and girly, and I don't want to be swamped by a huge belt. I don't want to look like I'm wearing a cop costume, pretending to be a cowgirl, or doing construction. It can't be to steampunk, too burner, too butch. Nonetheless, I want one. And, while I haven't found my perfect match yet, I thought I'd share a few of the good ones I have found in the search
Wild Card
So far my absolute favorites, it figures that these are the most expensive of the bunch.
Alienskin fabric utility belt with Velcro closures is a Vegan alternative to the leather belts, and comes in a wide variety of colors.
Persecution's "Mata Hari" belt is available on Etsy.com. There are actually several belt makers selling there, but Persecution definitely has a unique look I haven't seen elsewhere.
Lip Service also made a canvas utility belt for their "Beyond the Thunderdome" line. These also zip or snap onto other pieces of clothing from that line.
Find a better belt? Make a better belt? Let me know, and I'll pass on the word.
Originally Posted to
The Devil is in the Details
The current fashion trend in utility belts gives me pause. Sure, they're convenient. But I grew up in the 80's, and I fear the fanny pack. I'm small and girly, and I don't want to be swamped by a huge belt. I don't want to look like I'm wearing a cop costume, pretending to be a cowgirl, or doing construction. It can't be to steampunk, too burner, too butch. Nonetheless, I want one. And, while I haven't found my perfect match yet, I thought I'd share a few of the good ones I have found in the search
Wild Card
So far my absolute favorites, it figures that these are the most expensive of the bunch.
Alienskin fabric utility belt with Velcro closures is a Vegan alternative to the leather belts, and comes in a wide variety of colors.
Persecution's "Mata Hari" belt is available on Etsy.com. There are actually several belt makers selling there, but Persecution definitely has a unique look I haven't seen elsewhere.
Lip Service also made a canvas utility belt for their "Beyond the Thunderdome" line. These also zip or snap onto other pieces of clothing from that line.
Find a better belt? Make a better belt? Let me know, and I'll pass on the word.
Now hitting newsstands in Europe: Marquis issue 44. Look for photos and interviews with me and my old roomie Vampirabat in the Big in America column. And don't worry, US folks. I will come out here in another few weeks.
This is absolutely my favorite fetish magazine, and I can't quite explain how happy this makes me.
This is absolutely my favorite fetish magazine, and I can't quite explain how happy this makes me.
I am Alice returning to Wonderland, heading back to American Canyon. I love this place, and I fear that like I fear with all such places that are a bit too wild, it will fall unexpectedly to a bulldozer between one trip and the next. Things have changed since my last visit, even though it has been only a few weeks. There are signs of human activity- the road has been bushhogged, and there are tents set up in one of the back rooms, the floor littered with beer bottles.
Nature has changed, too. The lush grass has burned brown under the early summer sun, the nettles are blooming purple everywhere, and the blackberries are huge and sweet, and I regret not taking any home to bake with. I bring with me the little praying mantis I've been raising - at about two inches long, I think he's old enough to fend for himself. It is a little like an offering, turning him loose into this place.
My companion for the trip this time is Conan Sorano from Addicted Image, one of my favorite photographers. It is his first time here, and within a few minutes he is already helping lower me into one of the cement holding pits to rescue a garter snake trapped there.
complete text at my blog,
The Devil is in the Details.
More photos on my Flickr
Nature has changed, too. The lush grass has burned brown under the early summer sun, the nettles are blooming purple everywhere, and the blackberries are huge and sweet, and I regret not taking any home to bake with. I bring with me the little praying mantis I've been raising - at about two inches long, I think he's old enough to fend for himself. It is a little like an offering, turning him loose into this place.
My companion for the trip this time is Conan Sorano from Addicted Image, one of my favorite photographers. It is his first time here, and within a few minutes he is already helping lower me into one of the cement holding pits to rescue a garter snake trapped there.
complete text at my blog,
The Devil is in the Details.
More photos on my Flickr
Through Broken Walls
Originally posted to The Devil is in the Details
Halfway between San Fransisco and Napa, in the town of American Canyon, lie the abandoned ruins of a cement factory that closed in 1978. Since then, the walls have crumbled and the ceilings have fallen in. Foxes run along the roads and a Great Horned Owl circles in the empty rooms, the tiny bones of a thousand dinners crunching underfoot.
It was to this incredible spot, accessible with only a little breaking and entering and a bit of a hike, that Adam Gross of Benaiah Art Photo took me a few weeks back. The lighting was perfect, and I refrained from chasing Western Fence Lizards long enough to capture a little of the wonder of the place.
There is something so incredible about a world where nature has reclaimed her own, rising up in revolt against things as seemingly solid and timeless as these imposing walls. It is a vision to me of what is to come, the world returning to balance in the absence of humanity. Here are some postcards from after the apocalypse, notes from a future of rabbits and blackbackberries, of birdsong and the sound of iron rusting into dust.
Flickr Stream
Originally posted to The Devil is in the Details
Halfway between San Fransisco and Napa, in the town of American Canyon, lie the abandoned ruins of a cement factory that closed in 1978. Since then, the walls have crumbled and the ceilings have fallen in. Foxes run along the roads and a Great Horned Owl circles in the empty rooms, the tiny bones of a thousand dinners crunching underfoot.
It was to this incredible spot, accessible with only a little breaking and entering and a bit of a hike, that Adam Gross of Benaiah Art Photo took me a few weeks back. The lighting was perfect, and I refrained from chasing Western Fence Lizards long enough to capture a little of the wonder of the place.
There is something so incredible about a world where nature has reclaimed her own, rising up in revolt against things as seemingly solid and timeless as these imposing walls. It is a vision to me of what is to come, the world returning to balance in the absence of humanity. Here are some postcards from after the apocalypse, notes from a future of rabbits and blackbackberries, of birdsong and the sound of iron rusting into dust.
Flickr Stream
I just looked at an apartment on Craigslist that turned out to be a Nigerian scam. How come the people running Nigerian scams have not figured out after all these years that mentioning Nigeria, Jesus, and sick relatives just before you ask for money tends to tip people off? I mean, really, it would not have seemed unreasonable to me to be asked to put down a deposit on the place, had it not involved any of those things. Eh. I would just figure that stupid scam artists would eventually starve to death.
Mah original boobers...
I was taking a couple of quick snapshots of old photos for a thread in one of the groups, and this one seemed worth sharing. I was about 20 in this, and still in possession of all my original, factory-installed equipment.
I'll throw this one in, too- I'm 15 here. And I'm hardcore, dammit. In spite of the stuffed parrot hanging up behind me, I'm REALLY, REALLY Goth. Totally.
I was taking a couple of quick snapshots of old photos for a thread in one of the groups, and this one seemed worth sharing. I was about 20 in this, and still in possession of all my original, factory-installed equipment.
I'll throw this one in, too- I'm 15 here. And I'm hardcore, dammit. In spite of the stuffed parrot hanging up behind me, I'm REALLY, REALLY Goth. Totally.
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