February, 2012
Angelspit: Larva Pupa Tank Coffin – CD Artwork
I know I post about Destroyx a lot, but I can’t help it, she’s my style icon and she inspires me endlessly.
Her and ZooG‘s band Angelspit is coming out with a remix CD, titled Larva Pupa Tank Coffin, in October. The title comes from one of my favorite songs off their previous album Hideous and Perfect, of which the first line is, “I was not born, I was hatched; from larva, to pupa; tank to coffin.”
The CD artwork has been unveiled, and of course I love it. Destroyx says, “This rich and elaborate work is inspired by Russian Constructivism, vaudeville theater, with a twist of late 19th-century Mysticism.”
Her looks for each of Angelspit’s albums have been so different! This one is rather “prettier” and less “alienating” than some of her other looks, but awesome as well. No one is able to transform themselves with makeup quite like Destroyx. Can’t wait to see what she comes up with next.
Tags: angelspit, CD artwork, destroyx, russian constructivism
Golden Age of Grotesque: The Paintings of Shannon Crawford
Tags: classic hollywood, implied horror, innocence/menace, nurse, pulp, syringes
Michael Hussar
I fell in love with the horrifically sweet, photorealistic paintings of Michael Hussar a few years back.
Tags: death/religion/sex, lolitaism, michael hussar, pop surrealism, red and white, rotten fruit
Tumblings on tumblr
I finally caved in to the trend and got a tumblr account. Follow me on there!
>>angelmeat.tumblr.com<<The link is also in the "Contact" box a little ways down the page.
The neat thing about (and downside to) the Internet is that I literally go insane from all the pretty and interesting images floating freely out there. Sometimes I feel like just shutting it all off.
The Memory Collector
The Memory Collector – Keep Them Close by Caryn DrexlSee my earlier post on Caryn Drexl here.
Doll Parts
by Marmite Sue/Eli Effenberger
Tags: dolls, injuries, medical-themed, sweet/melancholy
Emilie in Her Wheelchair
This is one of my favorite live pictures of EA.
from her “Erotic Medical Burlesque” show at KinKats, Munich, March 2009Isn’t she divine?
Awesome wheelchair, too.
Tags: burlesque, emilie autumn, insane asylum aesthetic, medical-themed, steampunk, wheelchair
Victorian Prosthetic Arm
Speaking of Victorian prosthetics, here’s a picture of the hand on a prosthetic arm from the late 19th century, currently resting in the London Science Museum:
via GizmodoI don’t, however, think it’s “creepy” as many others seem to, it just looks very neat and elegant and amazingly detailed. Have they ever seen a modern-day prosthesis? And they think that looks creepy! Hey, if I lost an arm, I think I’d rather have something like that than one of the flesh-colored plastic/hook hand contraptions around now.
Tags: prosthetic, victorian
“Sandman” Adaptation for TV
Warner Bros. TV is adapting The Sandman graphic novel series into a show [article]. I’m not sure if that’s a good or bad thing, but I’m kind of looking forward to it nonetheless, whenever it airs. I can’t help thinking it might turn out better if it was being made by HBO or something, though.
I was super obsessed with Sandman in high school. It was kind of an epiphany for me. It was and still is the most profound, intellectually and visually interesting, artistic, and endearing thing in the comic book world that I’ve ever found. My favorite members of the Endless are Dream, Death, and Delirium; I see myself in each of them. I hope that they find actors who somewhat fit the roles for the Endless. I particularly think it’s important that they find an actress who suits my idea of what Death should look like, for some reason.
Tags: graphic novels, neil gaiman, tee-vee, the endless, the sandman
Poetry: Obsolete Angel
“Obsolete Angel”
by Renee Ashley
from The Various Reasons of Light“ This one can’t fly: he’s got
stubby wings, he’s old
as space or time; he’s gone
to fat. And now he even
disregards the omens that he never
should have learned to read
at all: blistered skies,
the sticky secrets
in the bowels of toads.
He’s used up his store
of magic, he’s half-blind,
but he’s crusty
as good bread and willing:
in the moonlight,
he struggles up the shadows
towards god, hears
the wheezing orchestration
of embodied lives
– he always sings low
his one hoarse note,
always tumbles down to where
we save him again
and again he falls
like a hailstone
from some heaven
and we will save him.”I’m in an odd mood tonight.
