István Kerny, Street Scene, 1925
REMEMBER, REMEMBER, THE TWENTY-SECOND OF MAYEMBER!
Today, we bow our heads in remembrance of those who came before us, who lived through times both blessedly dark and painfully bright. Who did not surrender to the horrors of Day-Glo in the 90’s, or the later Hideous Pastel Wars. Those Goths died so that we might continue to live and enjoy the bleak blackness today. So today, light an entire candelabrum, play a Peter Murphy B-side, and say a prayer to Andrew Eldritch in honor of this day. Amen.
::puts on headphones, turns up “Driven Like The Snow”::
i ain’t got no cat though…although there are like thuggish cats that stroll by my house once in a while…i stared one in the eyes for like a good 10 minutes…this could be a death threat
I’ve only had one cat stare me down, it was a terrifying experience.
Felt like it could look past my eyes and into the place I keep all the icky stuff.
so direkt.
Octopusrabbit by Nicholas Di Genova / mediumphobic.com (and probably enemies)
(via Nicholas Di Genova)
“Duchesse” for “Forgotten Finery”, opening Saturday, April 7, at Rivet Gallery.
(Source: larmoyante)
An Unkindness / Photographer: Helen Warner / Model: Zoe Lagarrigue / Via Twisted Lamb
