Our pal 14 sent out this Halloween card this morning. It features the ghoulish mug of Marc Anthony (the manorexic cadaverous husband of Jennifer Lopez) and when our eyes fell upon this image, we felt chills of terror creep up our spine.
One of these days I will make some more 'real' art but until then, please accept this creation. This is my pretty raptor dog and my pretty, pretty man, enjoying a precious Halloween. Yes, they have been posing like this all day while I rendered them in meticulous life-like oils just for your pleasure. Happy Halloween!
My fave local columnist, the Video Vulture (John Tebbutt), did a piece about the ridiculously sublime mid-period Bela Lugosi films in which the Master of Ham n' Cheese Menace makes use of a number of off-the wall tools for exacting revenge on his multitudinous enemies:
The Devil Bat (1941): shaving lotion which has an unusual scent that attracts his legion of electrically mutated vampire bats.
SOS Coast Guard (1937): a gas that is capable of melting mountains, tanks, peoples,etc... don't say it!
The Phantom Creeps (serial, 1939): a giant robot that he went to the trouble of designing a particularly grumpy-looking giant bald head for. Also features a lethal little robot spider, an idea later cribbed in the awesome Tom Selleck/Gene Simmons epic "Runaway".
The production department said they wouldn't have any work for me for about three hours, so I decided to take myself on a gothic field trip. I queued Bauhaus up on my iPod, bundled up in my black-as-doom jacket and sparkly black-and-red scarf, and headed to Bergdorf Goodman. Yep, Bergdorf Goodman. In conjunction with a piece in House & Garden magazine (this is just getting less gothic by the second, isn't it?) the windows at Bergdorfs are done up in "Gothic Splendor." I wasn't really sure what to expect, as I hadn't seen the magazine, but for some reason I was thinking more along the line of mannequins done up like Troma-movie deathrockers.
Thankfully, I was wrong. The windows are gorgeous, much more Victorian memento mori, complete with bones, feathers, and shiny, green beetles. I did my best to capture them on my little cameraphone. Still reveling in the doom and gloom and beauty of it all, I made my way back to the office. As i walked past Radio City Music Hall, I was rudely snapped out of the delicous darkness by a sighting of Ryan Seacrest filming something on the sidewalk I was walking down. The horror!
Many, many thanks to Christine for letting the rest of us know, in case we'd forgotten, that New York City is always the coolest place to be. For a few more Flickr images of these beautiful windows, go here, here and here.
This guy is a carving at Westminster Abbey, one of my favorite places in the world. Click here to see more amazing creatures; unfortunately they don't seem to have my all-time favorite 'goyle, which is a bat critter on the outside of the abbey, but lack of bat critters aside, this is a pretty sweet storehouse of gargoyle images.
Originally drawn for an Exclaim! Comic Book calendar (can't remember which distant year exactly... but they probably wouldn't have a clue either), but dug up and re-coloured for all of you lovely people this very same magical spooky-ass season.
And speaking of Charles Nelson Reilly - the Man, the Legend, the Golden Syrup-sporter - finally he gets the recognition he so richly deserves in a new documentary entitled "The Life of Reilly" - already poised to set the box-office ablaze. Bring a hose!
With his celebrity soaring higher than ever thanks to the Game Show Network's re-airing of crusty old Match Game shows, Reillymania is once again raging like a clammy fever.
years, he developed a habit of looking through the week’s TV Guide to
see how many times he would be on TV that week. Coming in at over a
hundred separate appearances, he reflected on the NBC executive who
told him he would not be allowed on television – but now Charles
wondered, “Who do I have to fuck to get off?!”
Hrrnnn, nyorr, whoa-hroww! Catch the fever! Catch the syrup!
Calgary, Alberta is a town that prides itself on the cowboy image: oilwells, cows, big blonde women, big gas-guzzling cars, new money, The Calgary Stampede...but there are many other sides to Calgary.
According to this site, there are more than a few folks living here who aren't of the pasty-beige cowboy persuasion. It seems to work, for the most part; all you ever hear about Calgary these days is how "red hot" the economy is, so obviously everyone here is rich and happy.
I saw this today in Kensington and had to run home to look it up: it made me laugh. Since I'm an American living in Canada, I truly do feel like a foreign devil at times.