officially halloween’s bitch

This was seriously one of the best weekends I’ve had in a while. On Saturday I did makeup for a local zombie-themed fun run; on Sunday (Josh’s 26th birthday) I tabled for Nightmare at a pumpkin festival up in the mountains. Silly costumes, foliage, a huge-ass birthday cake that we’re still working on – oh,…

surprisingly easy being green

So I haven’t stopped reading GOMI. I know I said I didn’t want to give them pageviews, but the more I think about it, the less I want to judge any forum by its lowest common denominator. Not that the lowest common denominator isn’t¬†fucking awful, but y’know. There are literal Neo-Nazi blogs on tumblr; that…

staying on your internets

Before I pick up the mic, let us all acknowledge that I am Halloween and it feels wonderful. There we go.¬†This is baaaasically my full-time job right now, aside from, y’know, my actual full-time job. Tomorrow I’m getting up at 6:30 to do makeup at a zombie-themed fun run. On Sunday I’m driving two hours…

bric-a-brac

  Taken at Barge Canal Market this past weekend. I think the reason I love taking photos in antique stores is that I get to practice my technique without having to set anything up. I get to work on capturing a scene already arranged for me. At home I have to haul out lamps and…

to age

On the one hand, finding high-quality vintage in the bargain bin is practically an erotic experience for me. My dress, jacket, belt, and pearls (real pearls, teeth-tested and all) cost me less than $20 combined. And they are in such good condition I could immolate myself in sacrifice. The jacket even has a grey ILGWU…

my precious

Whenever I take pictures I really, really like, I always sit on them for a while. The whims of my readers do not always match my goals for this blog, and posts I’m really proud of often end up being buried. On the same coin, posts I dashed off or care less about often end…

blasphemy

Sometimes I feel vaguely guilty for taking pictures in front of churches. Like I’m exploiting other people’s sacral lifeblood for my own aesthetic reasons. I genuinely believe that spirituality is open-source, that adding a little of it to an artistic endeavor never hurt anyone, but…others don’t necessarily know I’ve thought that far ahead. I don’t…

a sloane’s throw

So there’s apparently a new vintage/antique store five minutes from my house. And apparently it’s been there for, like, SIX MONTHS. In all fairness, its logo reminds me of Pottery Barn or Williams-Sonoma, so I’ve been walking past it all this time assuming it was some kind of fancy earthenware gig. I went in on…

exploring diabetes with owls

Too Americana for words. Though I pretend to be, there’s no part of me that’s even slightly urbane. I leave my front door unlocked, for chrissakes. But I do look damn citified in my spiffy New Look suit. Some outfits make me feel capable of sucker-punching the universe and licking the blood off my knuckles,…

to haunt and to hold

It seems I can’t even wear my favorite sweater without being told to “go home” because apparently “it’s not even October yet”. Love you too, everyone. I just came out to have a good time and I’m honestly feeling so attacked right now. At least my sweater cares. Even though it’s nigh October, haunt season…

americana & things you didn’t know

First outfit photos in (well, in front of) my new apartment! I love the view from my front stoop. It hits all the tropes of the working class while managing not to be dismal. I can see spending the scrappier part of my youth here. Also, here are seven things you probably did not know…

she lives!

Josh and I are well established in the new place. Photo tour to follow as soon as I can find my goddamn camera charger. We found a two-bedroom specifically so we could have a workshop for my vintage dealing and his steampunk art. As such, I’m buzzing to announce the grand re-opening of Dressed in…