Exquisite Corpse Presents:
AS THE WORLD FALLS DOWN
A Labyrinthine Masquerade Ball

Friday, February 3rd – 2012
10pm until 2am
SWAN DIVE
615 Red River

A night to enter the labyrinth and become a member
of the fairy court – don your tattered ballgowns, your
tightest breeches, and mysterious masques…
You know, you remind me of the babe…

I remember seeing this scene for the first time, and what an enormous impression it made on me –
it influenced my aesthetic indelibly. I just wanted the entire film to continue on in that ballroom…
For years, I’ve dreamed of trying to recreate that magic, and now – I finally get to give it a whirl…

I think I’m not alone in having practiced kissing on my Labyrinth poster with David Bowie as Jareth.
To me, he was the perfect man – a goblin prince who could steal me away to the Underground.
Hades and Persephone as retold by Jim Henson and Brian Froud. Dance, magic, dance.

There’s such a sad love
Deep in your eyes, a kind of pale jewel
Open and closed within your eyes
I’ll place the sky within your eyes

There’s such a fool heart
Beating so fast in search of new dreams
A love that will last within your heart
I’ll place the moon within your heart

As the pain sweeps through
Makes no sense for you
Every thrill has gone
Wasn’t too much fun at all
But I’ll be there for you
As the world falls down

I’ll paint you mornings of gold
I’ll spin you Valentine evenings
Though we’re strangers till now
We’re choosing the path between the stars
I’ll leave my love between the stars

Vogue Germany / photographer Ruven Afanador /

McQueen

Rima Hyena

Shiseido Magic

More Dior, J’adore.

Of course, we’d be delighted to see you all turned out like this…
By the by, Garbage Reign by Danil Golovkin may just
be the best thing I’ve ever seen.

…Or you could just glue a bunch of My Little Pony stickers on your face. That works too.

Just be there!

Vulpes Masquerade by Caitlin Hackett

Let’s get lost…

More inspiration here:
Labyrinthine Masquerade

I’m getting super excited about the playlist DJ Pasht & I have been putting together for Exquisite Corpse’s Labyrinthine Masquerade Ball tomorrow! Finally, we get an opportunity to play so much of my favorites: Qntl, Die Form, Dead Can Dance and a bunch of other gems I haven’t heard played in a club in far too long! Get ready to waltz & twirl to some seriously amazing music: think goth/medieval + 80′s/new wave with a healthy dose of witch house + disco noir! Klaus Nomi, Roxy Music & Stevie Nicks will also be making appearances. WHAT.

Exquisite Corpse Presents: As The World Falls Down A Labyrinthine Masquerade Mix by Miss Angeliska and Dj Pasht from pasht on 8tracks.

Love is colder than death – Non Lievi Alchun

Labyrinth Series – How To Make Your Own Goblin Ballroom Mask Part1

(Photo by John Leach)

Being featured on the cover of the Austin Chronicle for the ‘Best of Austin’ 2011 issue was absolutely
the biggest highlight of my year, and a completely surreal and wonderful experience. Vintage Vivant
won a Critics’ Picks Award for Best Reason To Learn the Charleston Amelia and I were utterly floored,
and so thrilled to have our party honored so, and after six years of doing events in Austin, it felt amazing
to get this kind of recognition. Take a minute to read this wonderful accompanying article:
It’s the Economy, Dollface, plus this sweet shout-out from Coilhouse – Angeliska & Amelia & Vintage Vivant.

Also, here’s more of John Leach’s fabulous photos from the shoot that the cover image came from: DRISKILL HOTEL PHOTOSHOOT

(Photo by John Pesina)
Vintage Vivant was also featured in a spread and article in Tribeza Magazine.

Starting Vintage Vivant with Amelia, as well as my other monthly party, Exquisite Corpse has been quite a wild ride.
Back during the days of Gadjo Disko, I swore off doing a monthly party gig. It was just too much –
by the time one was wrapped, it’d be a few days of recovery, and then time to start on another.
I’m not exactly sure how, then, I ended up doing not one, but two monthly events this year!
Both are at Swan Dive, which is such a wonderful venue – it’s gorgeous inside, all white and
ghostly (designed by sweet Miss Mickie Spencer of East Side Showroom), and serves real cocktails
in proper glasses made of actual glass by the best bartenders in town. Exquisite Corpse began as
a weird hybrid of goth/new wave/witch house music with a Dada/Black Lodge aesthetic. I wanted
it to serve as a haven for all the swirly, fey witchy goths that got pushed off the dance floor when
stompy EBM and industrial took precedence in the goth clubs. The Dada mantle has since shuffled
off for unknown, surely to return again when we least expect it, but in the interim, there have been
so many brilliant nights of dancing and carousing. My favorite theme so far: Egyptian Goth, hands down!

(Photo by Devaki Knowles)

(Photo by Devaki Knowles)

On my birthday last year, Colin proposed to me. We set the wedding for 11.11.11. – but then decided to postpone it
until we can do it right. Lots of big changes, developments and growth in our relationship, but I can say that after six years
of being together, I love this man more than ever. He constantly inspires and surprises me, and I think we make a great team.

(Photo by Leon Alesi)

I dressed like a tiger a lot this year. Maybe I saw CATS too many times when I was younger, but it feels right somehow.
Does the make me a furry? Oh well. This feline incarnation was for Vintage Vivant: A Night at The Circus.

(Photo by Lauren McKinley for Bleach Magazine)

In the Spring of 2011, I resumed giving tarot readings – something I had not been doing regularly since I lived in New Orleans.
I missed doing it so much when I moved to Austin, but for the longest time, I couldn’t imagine how I could make it work here. I
require a private, neutral space to give readings. I don’t read for people at parties or social gatherings, and I think a quiet
environment is key to both relaying and absorbing information. I’m not sure why it took me so long, but when I realized that
our 1951 Royal Spartanette trailer would make the perfect tarot parlor, I knew that I could finally start giving readings again.
I inherited my mother’s tarot deck when I was 11, and after my initial skepticism was blasted away by the accuracy and wisdom
the cards imparted, I fell in love with the symbols and archetypes of the major and minor arcana. I spent the next 11 years studying
the tarot, and giving readings to friends and reading for myself, until I started reading for the public out of an occult shop called Esoterica.
The time I spent there served as my apprenticeship in a sense – both to the greater mysteries and to the intricacies of doing divination work
for other people. I encountered many strangers in my reading room: some open, some skeptics, some kindred spirits and some just drunk
tourists off on a lark. Regardless of who they were or why they came, I worked hard to give them the clearest and most accurate reading
possible, and I learned so much in the process. I am so grateful to be able to resume doing this work once more – to be able to help others
and offer some clarity. I truly love reading the tarot and working directly with people who are seeking deeper answers. It’s amazing work,
and I feel that this step is only the beginning: I can’t wait to start teaching tarot more, writing about the cards, and getting a separate site
for that work up. Also, soon I hope to be able to offer readings via skype or phone, so stay posted if you think you might like to do that.
If you’re curious, I have a Yelp page, with all my reviews and also a Facebook page, with more testimonials from people I’ve read for:

Sister Temperance Tarot on Yelp
Sister Temperance Tarot on Facebook
Charm School Vintage: Wonders of the Tarot

(Photo by John Leach)

Right after Mardi Gras last year, I had the honor of working with Miss Allyson Garro of Coco Coquette
on entertainment for The Texas Film Hall of Fame Awards Afterparty, for which we created a tableaux vivant
of some of our most favorite dancing ladies, all bedecked in buckskin and diamonds, antlers and silver.
The spectacle was so captivating that we were invited back again to work on making this year’s event very special indeed!

Texas Film Hall Of Fame Awards 2011 Highlights – you can see some of our dancing girls here, and get an idea of how amazing this event is.

This October, I was inspired by the fabulous ladies of Bedpost Confessions to write and read aloud a spooky erotic story for their Halloween show. I hadn’t attempted to write a piece of fiction in years and years – I think not since high school, actually. Perhaps because I found
the idea so utterly terrifying, I agreed to try and come up with something. On the flight back from Pittsburgh, I started tapping out the first whisperings of a story that had been needling at the back of my brain – a dark little tale about a lascivious seance. As I delved in, the 13 year old girl seated next to me on the plane tapped me on the shoulder and asked, “Are you a writer” It felt wonderful to tell her yes, that indeed I was.
Writing this piece was a big deal for me – in some ways, it was one of the biggest things I did all year – but reading it aloud, into a microphone,
in front of a crowded room full of people was one of the most terrifying things I’ve ever done. I’m still not sure how I managed it without falling over or barfing. I hate talking into microphones on stages, but reading something I’d written, particularly an erotic story – well – I don’t know if I’ve ever felt more naked. Somehow, I pulled it off, and I’m so, so glad I made myself do it. Another motto for this year is: if it’s scary, it’s probably worth doing. If you’d like to listen to my story, you can, as it was included as a podcast on Bedpost Confessions website. Listening to this (oddly enough) has been the first time hearing my own voice on a recording didn’t make me want to crawl under the bed and hide! Also, contrary to the lovely Mia Martina’s great introduction, this piece is entirely a work of FICTION! Not a true story, folks – though wouldn’t it be exciting if it was? Enjoy, but be forwarned: it’s naughty!

BedPost Confessions Podcast – Episode 18 – The Seance

(Photo by Ed Lehman)

One of my great joys this year was getting to participate in helping to plan the magic that is QUEERBOMB!:
Austin’s own alternative gay pride parade. Queerbomb is a family of LGBTQIA individuals gathering to reclaim the radical,
carnal and transgressive lineage of our ever-changing community while celebrating every facet and form of our people as
a unique and vibrant whole. I wrote few things about what Queerbomb means to me below:
Queerbomb Magic 2010
and
QUEERBOMB!

I designed an ensemble for Dreaming in Color, a benefit for AIDS Services of Austin
orchestrated and created by none other than Coco Coquette.

(Photo by ATX Street Style)

I enlisted Sarah Marsh of The Brass Ovaries pole-dancing crew to be my dancer/model, and she made all my childhood Lisa Frank
rose-shaded unicorn fantasies come true with her astonishing acrobatic skills – not only that, but we won the big prize of the night!

$1000 bucks! It felt incredible to win something that big, and couldn’t have come at a better time for both Sarah and myself. Magic!

(Photo by Demilitia Stryker)

(Photo by Morgan Sasser)
Colin and I collaborated on an interactive musical sculpture called Tintinnabulation Station, which lives inside a beautiful
glass house shanty created by Elizabeth Shannon and Micah Learned. All this was part of The Music Box, A Shantytown
Sound Laboratory: Phase one of Dithyrambalina

The Music Box – Oct 22 from TungstenMonkey on Vimeo.

The New Orleans Airlift presents The Music Box: A Shantytown Sound Library.

Short teaser edit of the opening night performance, October 22, 2011.

(Photo by Demilitia Stryker)
We were so thrilled to learn that Theris Valdery, of the Black Feathers Mardi Gras Indian Tribe sang and shook the bells
of Tintinnabulation Station for the November 19th performance of the Shantytown Orchestra. What an amazing honor!

Not to mention The Music Box being featured in a lengthy and glowing article on the front page of the NYT Arts Section!New York Times: A Symphony of Floorboards, Pipes and Stairs

Juxtapoz: Swoon in New Orleans – The Music Box, A Shantytown Sound Laboratory

Artnet: Swoon, Shout It From The Roof Tops

Offbeat: THE MUSIC BOX IN THE BYWATER: A HOUSE IN E MAJOR

SHANTYTOWN ORCHESTRA AT THE MUSIC BOX, NOVEMBER 19TH, 2011, 2ND PERFORMANCE

PHOTOGRAPHER TOD SEELIE CAPTURES THE MUSIC BOX

Dithyrambalina: Musical Architecture in New Orleans

I’ve also been making a lot of jewelry, including these sterling silver and antique bone button cuffs, all hand-fabricated:

And painting in gouache again!

Goat Girls – for The Swallow Show here in Austin.

St. Seraphia for Christy Kane’s Carnival of Saints and Souls in New Orleans.

Justine’s Marquis de Sade Night from 2HeadedHorse on Vimeo.

I organized dancers for the delightful peepshow booth for Justine’s 1937 – Marquis de Sade Valentine’s night of debauchery…

(Photo by Annie Ray)
I also judged the costume contest for their Bastille Day celebration, PARIS IS CALLING, which was great racous fun.

Justine’s Brasserie – Bastille Day from Mishnoon on Vimeo.

I performed as the Snow Queen at Justine’s for their Russian New Year’s eve party, and organized a
coterie of ice nymphs and white wolves to ring in 2012 in a frozen forest with cake and champagne!

(Photo by Remy Veuillet)
More on that soon, I promise!

I flew up to New York at the tail end of summer for the Coilhouse Black and White and Red All Over Ball,
which was such an unforgettable experience. So many beloved friends reunited, and new friendships kindled!
Plus, we succeeded in raising money for Coilhouse, and creating a truly magical and totally singular evening.

Coilhouse Black and White and Red All Over Ball from Brainwomb on Vimeo.

Video Mementos of the Black & White & Red All Over Coilhouse Ball

(Photo by Anna Fischer)
This photo of the tremendously talented Kim Boekbinder from that night is one of my very favorites.

(Photo by Clayton Cubitt)
As is this one of Siege and I, from his series of people who kissed him in 2011. Definitely a highlight of my year.

The absolute cherry on the cake of my year was without a doubt this wonderful portrait Molly Crabapple
created of me as the Ace of Hearts, for the 52 Aces card deck by Zeixs, a German creative firm.

Here’s Molly’s awe-inspiring Year in Review post, as well as a handful of other from ladies I admire and adore:

♥ Molly Crabapple’s Year in Review

♥ Amelia Foxtrot’s 2011 in Review

♥ Kim Boekbinder – Thing I Did in 2011

♥ Yumna Al: 2011, A YEAR IN REVIEW

♥ Audrey Penven’s 2011 – a year of many things

♥ 2011 : A Year in Pictures.
From Miss Pandora (who reminds me so much of another Pandora –
our dear departed Pandora Aurora Rose, aka. Kathie Hastings)

Did you write one of these, too? I want to know all about your year! Do tell.

So. 2012 is upon us, the juggernaut peeping out coyly from behind the broom-closet door.
I barely have time to glance at it, really – my hair still wet from the deluge of 2011, my arms
full of projects, my feet always moving inexorably forward. No time to look back in reflection,
lately. The air is thick with resolutions and goals for the future though, but they hang like a thick
miasma, amorphous and vague until I can actually hew them out of my intention and make them real.
I want to make a lot of stuff happen this year, for myself. Just for today, though – let’s simplify.
I’ve been into that lately, which is odd, because I’m an avid sybarite, a collector, an embellisher.
I’ll never be spartan, perhaps – but lately, I crave a bit of simplicity, at least in my outlook.
Here’s something that made me re-think my approach to this year’s resolutions (especially the ones
I wince at, realizing that they have been carried over, unfulfilled, from years previous – hello: driving,
exercise, new website et cetera.) Well, whatever! This will be the year, damn it! But listen to this:

“You can’t punish yourself into change.
You can’t whip yourself into shape.
But you can love yourself into well-being.”
– Susan Skye

That’s via my friend Olivia Pepper, who is lovely. It also applies to other people. I’m working on that
whole not being able to change other people concept. It ain’t easy, but life gets easier if you can remember.
But back to “you can love yourself into well-being” – I think that’s pretty huge, and is such a deeper incentive
than the slog of obligation and guilt that I feel when I contemplate (shudder) getting a gym membership.

Here’s the other thing, the main thing that I’ve been grappling with this year – my big lesson,
the karmic doozie that’s been whipping me upside the head non-stop for nearly every damn bit
of 2011: YOU MUST RELINQUISH YOUR ATTACHMENT TO THE OUTCOME.

In other words: Be here now.
In other, other words: You can’t always get what you want.
(But if you try sometimes, you just might find…)
Paraphrased into my motto for 2012? FUCK THE PLAN.

Yep, that’s right – fuck the fucking plan. It’s inelegant, but it works for me, you see – because
I am a first-rate blue-ribbon planner. I love to plan. I love to dream and plot and make lists and
research and figure how exactly how it’s all going to be, how it’s all going to go down, right up
to the tiniest detail. I’m not anal retentive exactly, just thorough – and I think it’s part of what makes
a lot of what I do work so well. Then again, I think it can lead to hardcore procrastination and wool
gathering, but that’s another story. The deal here is that when my best-laid plans go astray for whatever
reason, life intervenes, shit happens – well, it’s really hard for me. I hate it. A lot. I get so attached to
“the PLAN” and “the way things were supposed to be” that it’s hard for me to adjust to the new plan,
even if it’s actually better than what I had all worked out. This rigidity, this inability to let go, and just “go with
the flow” has made a lot of unpleasant situations way more horrid than they really needed to be. I see that now.

It’s one of those things where, even though you’ve heard it countless times from your hippie parents, or read it in the
books about zen you pilfered (okay, yes – it was me) off their shelves, until you have a big moment where it hits you,
it’s hard to really get. I got lucky, sort of. Or maybe I pursued it, but between last year’s winter solstice and summer
solstice, the wheels started to turn. When the message finally arrived, I was up on a high hill, at the beginning of a
medicine ceremony. A storm was coming. Everyone was buzzing about, debating whether or not we ought to move our
gathering to safer ground. Normally, I am overly concerned with my environment – I’m a nazi about ambiance, lighting,
smells, and especially where I’m sitting. I’m also kind of a stickler for safety. Crazy, I know. So, do we stay or go? Tough
call, as it was so ideal where we were, and we had everything set up beautifully: the circle, an altar, our bedding. But
the storm was coming. I could feel it in my bones. I wanted everyone to be safe. I didn’t want to be soaking wet and cold
and miserable. Yet, for some reason, I hung back. I sat quietly while arguments for and against leaving the hill circulated.
Smartphone weather-stations were consulted, trees meditated with, mothers called – and any other time, I would be right in
the thick of all that decision making, planning for the group. I have another role, one that goes with being a planner:
Cruise Ship Tour Director. Cat Herder Extraordinaire. These can be thankless roles, as cruise tours never go as planned,
and cats are hard to herd. So I sat quietly, until a decision was made for us by the first fat drops, preceded by a huge black
cloud covering the sky, and a sharp temperature drop. I’ve never seen so many people move camp so efficiently and quickly.
Down the hill in the rain to a big open barn, where I could lay down and watch the most intense lightning show I’ve ever seen
arc and ripple dazzlingly across the night sky. At one point the horses got spooked and ran out from the barn into the field before
us. Seeing them illuminated in flashes as bright as day remains one of the most stunning sights I have ever seen. That night, nothing
went according to plan, and yet – before those first drops fell, I’d said to myself, “Whatever happens, whatever decision is made, I’m
okay with it. I’m here for the ride, for the adventure.” I knew that the lesson would stay with me, but I had no idea then how it would
play out, or how hard it would be. Over and over, during the past months, I’ve had this lesson presented to me, and the challenge to
accept my ruined plans with grace and serenity has been beyond trying at times. It’s been devastating, honestly. But I’m still here.

A trip to New Orleans that I’d been preparing for for weeks was cancelled when my ride flaked at 3:00am – an hour before we were
supposed to hit the road. Money I’d expected fell through. People bailed on things they’d promised to do. My computer’s hard drive
failed and hundreds of hours worth of writing disappeared with a whimper. So many posts slated to go up here – it will take some time
to recover from that one, and things may be a bit sparse here for a while. Oh and, the big one – our wedding? Postponed. That one was
the hardest. You can plan and plan, but life will often find a way to intervene, to get into the cracks of your tightly sealed vessel and bust
it wide open. If you can somehow find a way to ride that river, to (oh yes) go with the flow, man – well, I’m telling you – life will get easier. Just keep rollin’ with the punches.

Or anyway, that’s what I was trying to remind myself yesterday, stranded in a suburb of Dallas with a broken down car and a head
full of broken glass and snot. It doesn’t always work. Sometimes it’s as if the universe is just messing with you, daring you to forget what you know. This wasn’t how I thought my day was going to go. This isn’t the way things were supposed to be. But that happens, and it’s better if you can at least not totally wig out about it. I only kinda-sorta succeeding in that. Mostly I sulked and brooded and read a book. Then I blew up at my sweetheart and stomped off yelling “FUCK”, much to the horror (or delight?) of the neighborhood kids on their razor scooters. Yeah. No points for me that day. Deep breaths. We had the car towed, got a rental car, and made it home after days and days of cross-country travel around midnight. Hollering and moaning about it didn’t get us there any faster.

So. It’s New Year’s Eve – my mama’s birthday. She would be what, 65 years old today, if she had lived.
Since 1999, I’ve devoted myself to the tradition of going out to the country to ring in the New Year under the stars and moon, on my ancestral land, surrounded by friends and family. This year, however – something had to shift. When I thought about trying to get everything together to make a camping trip happen right after the epic journey we just returned from, my soul just sort of crumpled. After postponing the wedding, the idea of going all out to make parties (aside from the two monthly events I already do) happen just seemed insurmountable exhausting. That, and our favorite neighborhood brasserie, Justine’s 1937, is doing a Dr. Zhivago inspired Russian fete for the ages tonight, and they’ve asked me to be their Snow Queen. Wolves, caviar, champagne towers – plus they’re bringing in 20,000 pounds of snow and 200 pine trees! How could I refuse? It would break my heart to miss a party so tailor-made to my favorite things – it’s like the theme of my annual Eastern European Feast birthday party and our Russian Folktale wedding combined! On that same tip, I’m not doing my giant insane potluck birthday this year, either. Breaking traditions right and left, this year. I need a break from constant hostessing. I need to catch my breath. That being said, I have no idea what I’m going to do on my actual birthday. Zero plan. It’s liberating and terrifying for someone who usually starts planning this stuff months in advance. I’ve tried to make a few plans, but they’ve all been nixed due to scheduling conflicts and money constraints, and I’m just…done with trying to figure it out. Hopefully something magical will happen. I have eleven days to ponder it.

As for tonight, I’ll be festooned in frosty sparkle, pouring the champagne tower and counting down the New Year in Russian.
I can’t wait to get lost in an opulent ice-glazed world of broken mirrors, paperwhite-hung chandeliers, and stark black branches
all designed by one of my favorite geniuses, Mr. Douglas Little, modern alchemist and purveyor of curiosities at DL & Company. It will be beautiful, and I will make wishes. If you’re in Austin, please come: VOLK.

So much happened in 2011. It will take me awhile to gather it all up, but I do want to write about it, to share it here.
In the meantime, I have work to do. It’s beautiful work, and I love it. So I’m excited, whatever the future may hold.
Here’s hoping your 2012 is bright and full of promise, and that we can all keep rolling with whatever fortune tosses our way.
For those that need more to go on, here are some Russian divination techniques shared with me by Nica Davidov:

“To be performed on New Year’s night/morning:

then there is one with thirteen needles, you take thirteen needles, bend 3 or them, the 10 straight ones assign names of people close/important to you, one of the needles is your name, don’t name the bent ones. spill out all the needles onto a white sheet of paper. look where the needle with your name fell, if it’s in the middle of the paper, you will have a stable year, at the top of the paper, expect changes soon, the bottom part of the paper means unpleasant changes you can’t control are coming. the paper is divided into “zones” with each zone signifying something–upper right corner is spiritual growth, lower right corner is bad luck but with a maintained dignity and integrity, upper left corner–success in all beginnings, lower left corner is bad luck combined with strong internal turmoil. for your needle with your name, the eye determines what you will be striving towards in the new year, and the sharp end–what you will be avoiding. if the needle is lying in the same direction as the long side of he paper, there will be big changes in the new year, if it lies across, the changes won’t happen in the immediate future. as for the other “named” needles, the ones pointing towards you with their eyes will be your allies, and with their sharp edges will be adversaries, or at least people who will produce tensions and challenges. needles that cross your needle will be very close to you. for the bent needles: if the eye of your needle points at a bent needle, it means your own actions can bring you trouble, if a pointy end of a bent needle is pointing directly at your needle, it means problems and trouble await you, and are out of your control.”

More reading material from New Year’s Eves of yore:

✶ A Bright Blue Wish
✶ New Year’s Redux
✶ Stargazer Honey
✶ Blue Moon
✶ Lone Grove New Year
✶ Pink Moons
✶ The New Year
✶ Lucky Stars and Garters
✶ La Nouvelle Année

Amanita muscaria = holiday cheer!

Soma mushroom spirits are truly the reason for the season.

Unsere Tannenbaum

The Roches – Hallelujah Chorus 1982

✶ Happy Gothmas! Top 10 Goth Christmas Songs

✶ From Sighs and Whispers: Bazaar’s Christmas Scrapbook, 1970: Photos by Mel Dixon. So wonderful. I want it all.

✶ Caron Nuit de Noel – from Elena Vosnaki’s ever-wonderful Perfume Shrine
My mama collected these beautiful vintage bottles. I want to smell it!

The Guardian’s Winter Reads – I have a thing where I have to read wintry books in winter,
and summery books in summer. I listen to certain albums and songs based on the season/weather.
There is day music, and there is night music. When I travel, I like to read books that take place in
the same places I’m visiting. Some of my favorite books are on this list, though there are a few I would
add to it! Lots I want to read here, but haven’t yet.

Chocolate gingerbread stars, made with the help of Holly Bobisuthi

I baked hexmas cookies! This is actually a really big deal. For me.
I’ve been collecting cookie cutters, sprinkles and silver & pearly dragees
for ages, hoping that one holiday season, I would have time to do this…
This year was about making time, taking the time, to do things I never
have gotten to do that made everything so much brighter. Latkes, the ballet,
even writing some hexmas cards and sending a few paltry parcels! This is
all big stuff for me lately, given how insane my schedule has been for too long…

This little lady is continually doing flips & arabesques inside my brainpan.

So, I finally got to indulge my childhood dream of going to see The Nutcracker. Crazy, I know,
that I should take me so long to make an opportunity to go, but thanks to kind friends (who I got
to see dance that night!), my dream came true – and it was marvelous. I’ve been obsessed with the
music from the ballet since I was wee, and most especially, the Arabian Dance. I remember my music
teacher playing it for us, and how many times I would listen to it, and imagine how the dancers would
move to that gorgeous piece. I’ve since discovered that my concept of how the choreography should be
and much of what I’ve seen do not match up at all. Too often, the dancers are stilted, formal – doing
prissily proper ballet. The music is slow and sinuous, and calls for dancers that can nod to the actual
culture the music is meant to portray. I do think it should definitely be a pas de deux, but most of what I
had seen the male and female dancers doing was sort of stiffly showing off – it never felt sensual or
authentic. I searched and searched until I found my perfect (nearly!) Arabian Dance, performed by
(no surprise) The Moscow Ballet. It gave me shivers and made my eyes sting from the beauty. Sergey
Chumakov and Elena Petrechenko do this piece absolutely right, and their performance is astonishing.
They are so fluid, their carriage so proud, yet gentle – and you feel that they have some chemistry.
Her costume could be a little bit better, but his is super. Only once or twice does it feel circus-y.
Also, the backup dancers are good, and well – you can’t really beat giant pink elephant heads!

On the first night of Hannukah, I was craving my Grampa’s latkes intensely.
I have vivid memories of him standing over the stove, cursing into the pan!

✶ Potato Latkes – Overcoming the Fear of Frying By Levana Kirschenbaum

The full nine minute version of The Toy Shop (1928), a original Technicolor short film from Tiffany-Stahl with a synchronized music and sound effects track, features Josef Swickard and child actress Virginia Marshall.

Ансамбль “Берёзка – “Прялица”
This is my my most favorite thing that I have seen in a long time. Watching it brings me to my happy place.
Thank you, Boing Boing!

✶ Winter Music for Golden Thoughts, Potion Brewing & Medicine Making
By RENÉE A.D.

✶ A Love Letter to Winter from The Spine Witch, Kiva Rose

“Barks and roots, lichen and mushrooms, resin and sap, needles and boughs are my lights in this fertile, rich darkness of Winter. In too many years past, I found myself wishing for the season to pass me by in sleep and to live in perpetual green and constant flowering. While I certainly realized all the reasons why the land and we humans need the rest and time turned inwards, I met this shift in seasons with a certain amount of resistance and defiance. This year I finally realize, gut-deep, how much I benefit by the sweet silence and visceral rooting that can take place only now. Such a huge shift has left me not only enjoying the snow and dark, but relishing it and realizing I’ll actually feel sadness when the wheel turns and the next season emerges, even as I welcome the return of the light.”

I have been on the road for the last two day, making the journey up north for hexmas,
so I didn’t get to honor the Solstice properly. Hopefully, I can find a little time in the winter
woods to do some work and magic. In the meantime, my ruminations from solstices past:

✶ Winter Solstice – Blood Moon

✶ Winter Solstice – Messe de Minuit 

✶ Winter Solstice – Dark Season

And, ghost of hexmases past as well! Hope yours is merry and bright. oxox

✶ Hexmas Spirits

✶ Texas Hexmas

✶ Happy Hexmas!

 ✶ Imps of Winter

✶ send me your flowers of your december

11.11.11 – the day we intended to be our wedding day. For reasons beyond our control, we decided that it would be wisest
to postpone the celebration, and hopefully be more ready to do it justice a year from today. It’s just numbers, just another day
out of the year, I know – but still, I want to take the time to honor it for what it is to me, to us. A magical occurrence – my favorite
number. I always wished on 11:11, always managed to catch it both morning and night, and was taught from an early age to make
a wish when it happened. It wasn’t until years later, when I got a copy of my birth certificate that I realized that I had been born at
exactly 11:11am. On the 10th day of the 1st month – another eleven. I’ve never been much of a numbers person – I’m not mathematically
inclined, but I have always ascribed some magical and even emotional significance to them. I have always believed in the power of
wishing – call it praying, positive thinking, or just creating your own reality, but it’s always worked for me. Not always in the ways I had
expected, but my wishes do tend to come true in one way or another. So, with the full moon high above our little bed, far, far away from
everything familiar, in the desert of West Texas, I make these wishes – for us, for him and for me. I wish with hope and love. I wish.

This one. Owl-eyes that contract and expand when they alight upon me, making shivers run up my spine
even after these six years in each other’s company. My tall drink of clear water, my true arrow. Colin, sweet
and strong, the blacksmith who courted me and won my heart all in the space of one afternoon, one
moment where I woke from rainbow goblin dreams to find him kneeling at the foot of my bed, my hands
suddenly running through the thick bear pelt of his hair, and us locked in a kiss, a lover’s knot from which
we’ve never come unbound. It was never a question, from that moment on – our lives were twined like ivy.

He is stubborn as steel, the steel he commands with his hammer and forge. He is that bull, sweet in the field,
horns garlanded with wildflowers. He has taught me so much about kindness, about honesty, about generosity.
He inspires me to be better, to be stronger, more fearless, more fierce. He is both mighty and gentle. Sometimes
I think that he is not of this earth – that he is a tree-spirit come to life, a bird-king, long-taloned and downy-chested.
He is the deep water – the purest subterranean river – elusive, mysterious, unknowable. After all these years, at times
I get that sense that I’ve only glimpsed the barest tip of the iceberg of who he is. His mind is a cavern of giant crystals,
constantly creating, cogitating, ruminating. When he’s thinking, his eyes go distant and I can almost hear the sound of
enormous wings beating.When I lay my head on his chest, and listen to his heart, I hear an ancient song. It is in that place,
our skins dissolving into one another, that I feel most at peace. His heart is the cave I want to make my home in, forever.

He proposed to me on my birthday, in our kitchen, surrounded by our dearest friends.
The happiness I felt in that moment was as if all the birthday candles I’ve ever wished on were simultaneously ablaze inside my chest.
I want to find that joy again, here, in the middle of nowhere with my love. This is the year that the lesson of completely letting go of my
attachments to the outcome, or to “the plan” has come up and smacked me in the face again and again. I’ve had the rug well and truly
pulled out from under me so many times, that you’d think I’d have absorbed the lesson by now, but it takes time – and a lot of work –
to really live in the moment as much as possible. That’s my only goal for the moment – just to do that thing, to BE HERE NOW. To sit
across from this man I’ve built a life with and not worry about the past, or the future, but just to enjoy being present with him, to enjoy
each other’s company. This is the letting go, and it hasn’t been easy – no, in fact, I’ve fought it nearly every step of the way. Letting go
for me, is the hardest thing. I’m learning, though. I’m trying. We came out here, to the wilds of West Texas by train in the dead of night,
leaving behind all our friends and family, our animals, our home, our plans. We took a different track instead, and will find ourselves,
as dawn breaks over the mountains and the moon sets, embarking on a wholly different journey than the one we had put so much
thought into planning. I hope that path still waits for us. That beautiful cave, that majestic valley. I hope that we can stand strong
in a circle of all our loved ones one day, with no fear in our hearts. The terrain we cover now is unknown – it is rocky, and full of
dangerous crags and pitfalls. At times this landscape looks bleak, but I know I just have to wait for the sun to rise and bathe those
unforgiving edges in peachy light to remember how beautiful it can be.

I know that this is the right thing, the right work.
I put myself into it with my whole heart, my whole soul:
loving unconditionally, loving without expectation, without judgement.
That’s the true love.

McDonald Observatory by Michael Cummings
I am excited to explore this new territory, to wish on stars, on the moon.

The Marfa Lights by Jeremy Zilar
The Marfa Mystery Lights are unexplained lights (known as “ghost lights”)
usually seen near U.S. Route 67 on Mitchell Flat east of Marfa, Texas.
If I see the Marfa lights, then I’ll wish on those too.

Given over to lesser men by Trey Hill from Everything’s Bigger in Texas – Pictory

“There’s a vastness here and I believe that the people who are born here breathe that vastness into their soul.
They dream big dreams and think big thoughts, because there is nothing to hem them in.” Sitting on top of Enchanted
Rock at sunrise, these words by Conrad Hilton (about the state my family has called home for nine generations)
ring incredibly true. They give a voice to the pride I have long had difficulty putting into words.”
– Trey Hill is a commercial photographer and a story teller living in Dallas.

Sunset over Davis Range by Michael Cummings
There’s a rough beauty here in these hills that I treasure.
I know I breathed that vastness into my soul when I was born.
No matter where I go, I’ll always be from Texas.

Prada Marfa by Noel Kerns

Early morning railroad by lomokev

Let this be a new dawn. Here is my wish on this most magical day:
that we celebrate each other, revel in each other,
that our paths will always run parallel,
for our tracks to join and intersect,
and carry us onward into the wild blue yonder and beyond.
Happy 11.11.11 and many bright blessings to us, and to you and yours.

Coco Coquette’s astounding Beautiful Monsters show provided an excellent opportunity
to don my beloved Nadia wig (also from Coco Coquette, of course!) and bloody tears.
If you were unfortunate enough to miss actually seeing this amazing spectacle, I recommend
you check out more images from the show from Leon Alesi.

A gun moll look I tossed on for the Goodwill Ghoul Ball that I attended with the beautiful ladies of Maison D’Etoile. Always with the tears!

Aoud whispers at Zola Jesus.

I was a goat priestess – or as a friend cleverly dubbed me “Goatfra Haza”!

I was Vali Myers for Halloween – I’ll post more photos from Halloween proper soonly…

Cruella de Garro! Miss Allyson of Coco Coquette workin’ that wig at the Ghoul Ball – there were a bevy of other Cruellas
at the ball that night, but they scurried away in shame and awe when faced with the undeniable glory of that powerful coif!

Miss Shari Ella Gerstenberger of Charm School Vintage getting excited about mashed potatoes in a martini glass. Heaven!

Oh, Sharilyn!

Alanna of Lovecraft Vintage rockin’ her rusalka waterwitch magic.

Who you gonna call? If only this could be my daily chariot!

Quadruple Satan!

Don’t forget the reason for the season!

There was an incredible array of vintage Halloween goodies at Uncommon Objects this year –
lots of devils, witches, ghosts and pumpkins! German die-cuts and tchotchkes galore…

I’m not exactly sure how I managed to restrain myself from snatching it all up!

Demonic name tages from the Flametrick Subs/Satan’s Cheerleaders Reunion show.
I love it when you can recognize a dear friend’s handwriting right off the bat…

Jeepers, creepers – A tin of eyeballs, soon to be made into jewelry…

Oh, and bonus – I didn’t manage to go to any haunted houses this year (alas!),
bu looking at photos from Nightmare Fear Factory photostream almost made up for that…
Trust me, they’re hysterical. Hope you all had a magical Halloween holiday – what did you dress up as this year?

Magic from Halloweens of yore:
✪ New Orleans Hallowe’en

✪ Spookhouse Honey

✪ The Witches’ New Year

✪ Ha-ha-halloweenie

Beautiful Catrina portrait by Mary Kuzmenkova

La Catrina by Sylvia Ji

Ruby Joule photographed by Jeremiah Newton for the recent Beautiful Monsters show from Coco Coquette.

by Gustave Adolphe Mossa

From “Giving up the ghost” in issue #3 of Sokozine. The photographer is Emir Eralp.

Amelia Foxtrot, also by Jeremiah.

My friend Erin Free-man in her exquisite Catrina ensemble, eating cotton candy at this year’s Ghoul Ball.

She did such a fantastic job on both her and her beau’s maquillage! Love the autumnal hues.

This, and the next two photographs are all by John Rees.

by Fumie Sasabuchi

I love this makeup my friend Liz did a few years back.

Brilliant!

Death – Alexander McQueen

From Metropolis

Further reading from November 2nds of yore:

✂ Day of the Dead in New Orleans

✂ Cempasúchil por los Muertos

✂ Día de los Muertos – R.I.P. Studs Terkel

✂ Santissima Muerte!

I am so excited and honored to have been able to collaborate with Colin
(he created the metal and strapping frame structure) on this piece,
part of a larger collaboration with Swoon and many other amazing
artists called The Music Box. Eventually, all these elements will be combined to create Dithyrambalina!

Micah Learned and Elizabeth Shannon built the most beautiful shanty to house Tintinnabulation Station.
It’s all old windows, silvery antique ceiling tin, candles and magic. A Tibetan sigil is burnt into the floor.
All the amazing shanty and sound artists that have collaborated to create this village have just totally blown me away
with their creativity and inventiveness. You really have to see it with your own eyes to truly understand, but I will do my
best to capture it in photos over the weekend, and share some of the magic here. It is quite a marvelous accomplishment.

I spent many months spray painting hundreds and hundreds of little bells and metal objects to be incorporated into the piece.
Possibly many brain cells were lost during this process, despite eventually acquiring a respirator. A sacrifice for art!

bellshadows.

milkybells.

Within the first layers of Tintinnabulation Station.

It’s like being inside a Cocteau Twins album cover!

In the final days of installation, many changes and adjustments were made,
and layers of more objects and fairy lights were added. Magical.

I worked through the night to complete it before needing to hit the road at 6am.
It was crazy – a vicious cold-front and wind-storm blew in, and the entire town
was creaking and shaking. My glass shanty doors kept blowing open, and I
feared I might end up in Oz before the night was done. Hot tea & good music
got me through! I know I’ll probably keep adding and tweaking it continually,
but it felt great to step away from it happy with what I’d created. Deep sigh.

Proto-Dithy!

The village fence, with art by Swoon.

Quintron playing the Kalalophone

Some great stories about the project from the NOLA Defender:

Sound Town – A Sneak Peek at ‘The Music Box,’ Where Sculptures Form a Symphony

Bywater ‘Music Box’ to Wind Up for the First Time This Weekend

Borscht break on the stoop. Myrtle thought it was a daiquiri! Ah, New Orleans.

The most beautiful door in New Orleans – on one of my favorite houses,
where some of my favorite people live. Aren’t they the luckiest ever,
to live next door to a musical village? Yes, they are indeed.

♥ Lisa Bettany shot this amazing photo of a Double Rainbow Over Manhattan after a recent storm in NYC.

In order to counter some of the disaster-fraught gloom looming ’round these parts of late,
I’ve ordered up a double helping of moonbeams and rainbows, liberally sprinkled with
some of my favorite faces to help dispel the lingering funk. Plus, I haven’t even had a
moment to warble with joy about how wondrous my recent NY visit was – unlike my
last visit there (which was not the rosiest or easiest excursion ever, alas) it seemed that
this journey was blessed from the start by some lucky star. Despite a few really insane
travel misadventures, everything came together swimmingly, and I got to spend time
with so many dear friends who I had not seen in far too long! Speaking of…

I got to visit with Gala, whose sweet face I had missed so much!
It was so, so good to spend some time with her – I wish I could
be back in NY celebrating her birthday RIGHT NOW! It’s today!
(Well, yesterday probably, by the time I get this posted…)
Many happy returns of the day, sugarbomb!

We made an eye-dazzling superhero duo in our retina-scalding get-ups.
I covet that delicious neon coral lace skirt from ASOS, fervently!

♥ Also, muchas felicidades to her and her bridegroom: MK + GD Forever!
– this makes me soooo happy! I can’t wait to meet the lucky fellow!

We lunched with Miss Mer at Veselka on fuschia borscht & pierogies,
followed by crack pie from Momofuku, which sent us all into diabetic
comas immediately. That stuff is hardcore, y’all! There’s a reason it’s called CRACK PIE!

Me + Mer = giant ♥

I had an incident with the gorgeous almost-Yves-Klein-blue dress Tamera sent me,
getting into a taxi. My abundantly callipygous posterior split the dang thing from
here to Saskatchewan! Luckily, the ladies accompanied me to Trash + Vaudeville
for some emergency superhero underpants in metallic teal to protect my uh, modesty.

Another marvelous woman born on September 13th – Miss Molly Crabapple,
who never ceases to amaze me with her work. She just completed her Week In
Hell, during which she locked herself in a hotel room with white papered walls
that she managed to completely cover in her drawings. My motto lately has been
“Where your comfort zone ends, life begins”, and Molly really put that to the test
with this project, testing her endurance beyond its limits, beyond reason – just to see
what could happen, what could be created. The lady’s a huge inspiration to me,
and to so many artists out there. I don’t think I’ve ever encountered anyone with
such intense FOCUS. She’s admirable, formidable, wonderful, and incredibly lovable.

♥ Here Is Everything I Learned in New York City
by Sarah Hepola
Cabbies Are the Greatest People on Earth, at Least for Fifteen Minutes
Thank you to Gala Darling for pointing me towards this article!

Rainbow saris, source unknown (let me know if you know the provenance for this
and the other mystery images here – I had no luck looking on Tin Eye, alas.)

Please, please, please take a moment to watch this incredible interview with my friend Altercation.
She just blows me away, y’all – and always has. We both moved to New Orleans the same year,
and I remember seeing her singing mournful murder ballads in a chiffon robe with her breasts exposed
and a beehive wig, from a tiny wrought-iron balcony on the side of the old Winter Palace. I remember
the first time I saw her shake her ass, and stood there, jaw dropped – hypnotized by that rolling motion.
I didn’t know an ass could move like that! I was there with her and Rusty and Freedia and Nobby for that
first bounce show in New York in 2009. Who knew then where all this would go? I’m so glad that she teaches
this dance to people, and that she asks people to think about it, to talk about it. She’s fucking brilliant. I love her so much.

Rainbow clouds, source unknown

Lio – Banana Split
“Ça me déplairait pas que tu m’embrasses
NA NA NA – Mais faut saisir ta chance avant qu’elle passe
NA NA NA – Si tu cherches un truc pour briser la glace
BANANA BANANA BANANA
C’est le dessert
Que sert
L’abominable homme des neiges
A l’abominable enfant teenage
Un amour de dessert
BANANA NA NA NA NA BANANA SPLIT
Les cerises confites sont des lipsticks
NA NA NA – Qui laissent des marques rouges sur l’antarctique
NA NA NA – Et pour le faire fondre une tactique
BANANA BANANA BANANA
Baisers givrés sur les montagnes blanches
NA NA NA – On dirait que les choses se déclenchent
NA NA NA – La chantilly s’écroule en avalanche
BANANA BANANA BANANA”

Photo by Clayton Cubitt

Photo by Clayton Cubitt – In-camera Dichromat Homage, Dorotheenstadt Cemetery, Berlin, 2007

♥ My friend Jennymarie Jemison has been working on this web series about life in the offices of a sex toy factory:
The Flesh Life – You Know You Want to See This

♥ Sex on the brain: What turns women on, mapped out

♥ I’m feeling this article by Susannah Breslin on Unemployment/Self-employment.
As terrifying as it can be to step on the limb of only doing what you love, and trying to sustain yourself
on what you make doing that, I have to say I don’t know if I could ever see myself going back to a “job-job”.
I’m pretty determined to make this work – go big or go broke, man. Just hopefully not both!
I prefer Hunter S. Thompson’s maxim: “When the going gets weird, the weird go pro.”

♥ Austin’s Planned Parenthood Loses State Funding – What fucking dark age are we living in, y’all?

One of Alphonse Mucha’s exquisite stained glass windows in Prague’s St. Vitus Cathedral.

♥ Spellcaster and Earth Angel…Angeliska Polacheck a sweet interview with me from the lovely Celeste Quesada

♥ A beautiful article from The Paris Review about Frida’s Corsets by Leslie Jamison
“Sadness is green as well. Also leaves and the nation of Germany. She has an entire vocabulary of color. Brown is mole and leaves becoming earth. Bright yellow is for the undergarments of ghosts.”

♥ I had the pleasure of meeting Miss Katelan Foisy during my visit to New York – I’ve been watching her hand-painted
tarot deck blossom card by card, and was so excited to see her latest work, featuring Baby Dee as The High Priestess

Babies can’t eat kimchee! That’s the look on my face when I smell kimchee!
Hate the stuff. Korean food is my favorite, though! Just not that part…

Handmade Portraits: YOKOO
♥ I love her. Thank you to JL Schnabel for sharing this.
“There is only the slightest chance that you might cross Yokoo’s path in the streets of Atlanta, Georgia.
Holed up with the quiet company of old movies, she knits about 15 hours a day. Running a one-woman knitwear enterprise from home,
Yokoo is an artist, a perfectionist and a “total control” worker. She enjoys being a part of the entire process: thinking, designing, sketching,
picking up the material, creating, photographing, promoting, trading and sending. She still gets butterflies every time she packages up a new order.

Kalash women. One of my favorite photographs. Still not sure who took it.

♥ 5 Views of East Side Show Room from the delightful Miss Tolly
One of my Austin favorite restaurants, written about lovingly by one of my favorite Austin blogger ladies.
She also came to Vintage Vivant recently, and wrote this sweet piece about her hijinks:
Meet me at the speakeasy, buy me some giggle water

♥ Why Lying Broken in a Pile on Your Bedroom Floor is a Good Idea – Akhilandeshvari, The Goddess of never not broken – by Julie (JC) Peters

There’s No Place Like Here: Brazenhead Books from Etsy on Vimeo.

♥ I meant to make a pilgrimage here, but there was no time! The Secret Bookstore – Brazenhead Books

♥ I want to visit all of these one day, too:
10 Unconventional Bookstores For Your Browsing Pleasure