into the woods (for real this time)

My last post of 2014: stomping once again on the old grounds and clashing patterns a la Amy Flying a Kite. I am burrowing beneath the skin of the forest, but I promise to see you on the other side.  

favorites

I may be just as insufferable as I was last year, but dammit, I think I produced some pretty good art in 2014. If 2013 was the year I “actually took on some semblance of a recognizable style“, then 2014 was about figuring out how to work my goddamn camera. These are my favorite posts…

to get the thing that makes it worth the journeying

I paid to see two movies this year: Maleficent in May and Into the Woods last night. I’m just not the moviegoing kind. I usually prefer Netflix and a trough of booze (you can’t do shots in a theater), but 2014 saw the release of my two holy grail movies. Granted, my love of Sondheim doesn’t hold…

the other holy grail

Sometimes you’re killing time at Old Gold before work and you decide, because you’re an incorrigible masochist, that trying on the fit-and-flare with the Peter Pan collar might be a good idea. It’s just for fun, you keep lecturing yourself, knowing full well that the purse strings are already loosening. And then you pay up front…

red forever, ceasing never

  Et in terra pax hominibus, bonae voluntatis. (Literally translated, that means “merry fucking Christmas, bonehead.”) In my future is rummy eggnog and lots of homemade Greek food. My last name ain’t Makaris for nothing. If we get drunk enough, maybe I’ll teach my parents to play Cards Against Humanity…  

the demon and his dames

This Saturday was my first cabaret since September; Nightmare and Carbon Leaf stole me away in the interim. Since I’m ~too cool~ for the whole “sexy Santa” thing (that, and Josh finds it an active turn-off), we went the more hipster route. Holly and I dressed as the holly and the ivy, and Josh…you do…

merry and bright

Sometimes, everything bores me. And, you know, I’m really not into that. The last thing I want to be is disaffected. I’m someone who likes to find rudiments of joy everywhere. Angst is alien to me, which is why it’s so strange and scary when my mindscape curdles. Depression isn’t me. It’s the light slipping…

pastiche

I love dressing like a caricature of myself. Some retro girls are less obnoxiously Retro, with nuanced outfits less dripping in cliche than mine. Not me. Sometimes I want to look like I stepped not out of the distant past, but out of a garish ’80s editorial about said distant past. Sometimes I want to…

la vodouisante

Holly is currently fund-raising for her Vodou initiation. Care to help a future Mambo out? I took these photos for her professional website, where she’ll soon be offering card readings and other spiritual services.  

ghost of christmas never

Finally something (*&%$ artsy. I was feeling terribly off my game. As uplifting as the Christmas story is supposed to be, there’s darkness embedded in it too. An omnipotent God, manifest in an undeniably Other human form, is actually pretty bone-chilling. Had we never heard of the Judeo-Christian tradition, were this just another obscure tribal…

fiction

Writing is the thing I am best at. It’s also, by accident or design, the thing that frustrates me the most. I can take a hundred photos every day, but writing comes slower. Every word is a reflection of Who I Am As A Person; I don’t want to consign anything anything short of perfection…