bleach
Posted: March 30, 2011 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: bleach, Motel, The Rosehips Leave a comment »I’ve spilled so much dutch mordant on myself during my years of printmaking that my stuff is just full of holes. They’re pretty, pretty holes, but they’re still holes. If printmaking chemicals would just make perfect bleach spots instead of holes, I would just throw everything I own into the acid bath. The most practical solution I can come up with for replicating acid bleaching in a print is this:
They’re just scans of some ultra damaged film that I think they would look great as textiles. Bleach is cool, but no matter how hard I try I can’t get enough depth out of a spray bottle and some Clorox, even if I make a big deal out of diluting it to different strengths and layering and washing and sanding and stuff. Having access to a sandblaster helps, but I think I could do better. If I silkscreen the film scans onto some decent black or charcoal gray cotton jersey with bleach instead of ink, I might actually get somewhere. Project/tutorial to follow. Of course, depth isn’t always important. If I was going to just be a regular girl I would just tone it down and spray it on. Of course, I am not normal and I can’t resist a good textile project. Even if this proves to be messy and inefficient, at least I’ll have learned to just destroy my clothes like a regular person.
I bought one of these babies (by Motel) and it just vanished into thin air. I have no idea where it is. I played a long, stressful game of “find the black bodysuit in the vast sea of black stuff” in my room. Everything I own is black. I lost the game. I kind of want the long skirt they made in this print, but I don’t want to shell out forty precious dollars, so I’m going to hold off and see how my bleach x silkscreen project works out.
I finally got around to bleaching my hair:
Hello, I am the least photogenic person you know.
Also, this is what I’m listening to right now:
teenage death cult
Posted: March 27, 2011 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Blood is the New Black, Justin Blyth, Teenage Death Cult 2 Comments »My continuing obsession with Justin Blyth and Them Thangs and Blood is the New Black and all that jazz has reached special new heights. Behold, part of Teenage Death Cult:

I won’t get into too much detail about this other than to say that it is a lookbook for some BITNB Summer ’11 awesomeness. It’s curated by Justin Blyth and it features the work of six international artists. In case you missed the link I posted above, here’s another one. Justin Blyth is inspiring the shit out of me because he is a dude with both raw talent (his marketing abilities as well as his art) and curatorial skills. If you had asked me five minutes ago what I think makes a person, I would have responded with “intelligence, effectiveness, style, and education.” I am now adding “curatorial skills” to that list. Not just curatorial skills in the classic art related sense. I’m talking about everything, the big picture and the little stuff. The way we arrange everything in our lives. Most people aren’t born relevant, they become that way because they intercept, collect, and edit culture. The way I cultivate and evolve my collections, art practice, and physical appearance is based on all the lust and fascination that ties me to my aesthetic. Lust is the root of my ambition. Fascination is what happens when I get too involved with my weird little curiosities. When I put them together, something like obsession occurs. That’s kind of what makes me want to get out of bed in the morning.
the pelt room
Posted: March 17, 2011 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: Pamela Love, pelts, San Francisco Academy of Sciences 3 Comments »I officially need a real camera. Last week I had the opportunity to see part of the birds and mammals collection at the San Francisco Academy of Sciences. This collection has over 22 million specimens in it, which is a heck of a lot of dead stuff. My biology teacher is an ornithologist with the Audubon Society and made sure we were able to look at a bunch of specimen trays full of crazy looking birds and nests and eggs and stuff. I saw some of these dudes up close:
epimachus fastuosus
paradiaea reggiana
astraphia stephaniae
The ones I saw were very dead, but still totally gorgeous. The way they preserve bird specimens is by essentially turning the bird inside out to remove the entire contents of the skin, drying the shell, and stuffing it with cotton. This institution and most if not all others only collect specimens that are already dead, and an attempt is always made (via necropsy or whatever) to determine cause of death. They have an amazing lab where they remove flesh from bone using bacteria, flesh-eating beetles, and maceration baths. It smells horribly of dead things. I was able to tolerate it for less than ten minutes and upon leaving I was suddenly very aware of how lovely fresh air smells. I tend to think of this room as a studio, since I believe that preservation of anything is an art that has to be learned and respected to be done well. The buckets behind me contain parts that are being decomposed with bacteria. That thing on the table is a bag containing a head of some sort:
Both bones and the preservation of dead animals have been of particular fascination to me since I was a child in a hunting household and discovered that nothing beats the beauty of real bone, fur, and feathers. I’ve always loved the look and feel of fur, especially un-dyed coyote and rabbit (I almost typo-ed “undead” coyote and rabbit there). Everyone is entitled to his or her opinion regarding the use of fur in fashion, as the ethical issues surrounding this industry are extremely valid and I think it’s really important that they continue to be discussed. I don’t like to directly support the fur industry myself. I like sourcing fur from deadstock or used vintage sources, which is most definitely recycling and therefore fine with me. I also don’t like large fur pieces. You wouldn’t catch me dead in the floor length mink that was left to me by my grandmother, even though it was purchased in the 1950s and is of exceptional quality. It would feel ostentatious and it’s just not me. I don’t have the patience for San Francisco’s overpriced and picked over secondhand shops, but both eBay and Etsy can yield results, as well as the often crazy pricey but quality sites Estate Furs and Vintage Fur Coat. This stuff really is all over the internet, it’s just a matter of having the patience to find what you want. Honestly, I’m a persnickety waif so its hard for me to seriously collect any type of garment that I have to buy used. I’m the kind of shopper that goes out to brick and mortars with a very specific idea of what I want. Online is a million times easier for me. Either way whatever, The point of all this is that I adore fur and taxidermy, and so the pelt room at the Academy of Sciences was heaven for me. It is packed with thousands of pelts and taxidermy everythings. Dreamland. Here are some scenes from the pelt room:
Like I said, I REALLY need a real camera. My Droid is just not gonna cut it. And yes, that is a pile of otter skins. These pictures don’t even begin to describe the volume of the collection. In fact, they do no justice to anything. Sorry.
And now for some ridiculously cool jewelry by Pamela Love:
Pamela Love is killing it! Too bad these are all priced at more than a month’s worth of my rent. The only thing I spend that kind of money on is…nothing. Rent, I guess. If a mysterious stranger gave me a million clams (that’s slang for dollars, okay), I would give a bunch of it to those affected by the disaster in Japan and then probably use some more to buy every dead animal inspired item in Pamela Love’s collection (and some of the non dead animal inspired pieces too). Then I would fix my car, start an after-school arts program for kids, go to taxidermy school, draw, put together a studio, practice my draping and flat pattern skills, and hoard whatever’s left until I got bored.
#000000 metal and other cultyness
Posted: March 11, 2011 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: cult, Jesus Rivera, Justin Blyth, The Lake and Stars, Velvet Cacoon 1 Comment »Black metal is old hat, but I like old hats. Also, cultyness isn’t a word. This post is about black metal, sort of. But not really. Er, what? What’s #000000, you ask? It is the html code for black, and it is a conceptual signifier for the transcription of black metal seriousness onto the internet and “alts.” I just made that up. Pardon me. When American Apparel decided to carry True Norwegian Black Metal and Varg Vikerness and Fenriz started talking to the camera in Until the Light Takes Us (watch the trailer here), black metal suddenly gained a face. We all know that once something has a face, people start to relate to it. This is one of the most basic concepts in marketing. The cool youth subsequently increased ten-fold (or many-fold, at least) their black metal fun-time activities- mainlining darkness and smoking entire northern forests and coveting antique bottles of laudanum and hemlock patches to lie around in while half-heartedly reading Goetia and drawing cool pictures of wolves and pyramids and eyes and hands and stuff. Lots of people like to throw the word “poser” around in cultural circumstances such as these, but at this juncture calling anyone a poser is moot. There is no reason to go on blaming anyone for ruining anything because, let us be honest, there really is enough ridiculousness in black metal that even I, a person who is serious about ze black metal (more or less, depending on how many Jameson and Diet Cokes I’ve had), believe it should probably be taken with a big old grain of salt. Take the infamous “10 most ridiculous black metal photos of all time.” If you haven’t seen it, you can check it out here on Ruthless Reviews. Oh, the melodrama. The point of all of this is that if you are still complaining about culture vultures taking your precious black metal and shitting all over it, the time has come to stop whining, as it is out of your hands. If you care that much, nobody is going to be able to take it away from you. Also, I went and saw Bone Awl about a year and a half ago and the crowd was pretty damn purist-y. Also, darkness rules bro. Also just shhh, and if you’re still angry watch this:
Is this video poking fun at people who think it is cool to dress up like Rob Darken (some people call them “faggoths” but I think that’s just too darn bigot-tastic even if we ARE talking about black metal, which was invented by people who hate stuff) and act like saddos even though it is totally sunny and nice out and LA is lovely this time of year and mom is just trying to give you a Capri Sun? I think it is.
ANYWAY, on to the rad wearables.
People have been into Darkness with a capital D for a bajillion years, and wearing it on your sleeve is nothing new. Still, 2008 rolled around and there was black metal fashion at fashion week. I am not going to name the designer because if you haven’t seen footage of his stuff on the runway you’re probably better off. In my opinion, the show was culturally negligent and therefore irrelevant. Also, don’t google “black metal fashion week” unless you’re looking for a pair of Tory Burch galoshes (oh you are, you say? A pine needle is going to appear in your shoe and stab your soft arch). The really good stuff is the often seriously cabalistic imagery that should serve as a spoonful of sugar to the culture theft of black metal and occult stuff. What I mean by this is that even if you are the kind of person who will call someone a hipster for wearing a Darkthrone shirt that isn’t covered in animal blood and/or was purchased new from a reputable shirt man less than four years ago, it is hard to deny that some of this art is really damn good. If you’ve ever perused the “dark tees” section at Blood is the New Black’s online store, you probably know the kind of imagery I’m talking about. Occulty. Lots of inverted crosses and symbols. I am wearing one of these shirts as we speak (the one with the inverted cross and middle fingers). It was designed by the talented Jesus Rivera, the dude responsible for the awesomeness that is Demonbabies. If you find yourself on BITNB be sure to also check out Justin Blyth’s designs. Justin Blyth rules and there is a ton of work up on his website, which you can find here.
Here is some of Jesus Rivera’s other stuff. It came in a mailing insert with some stuff I ordered from BITNB. I keep it clipped to my full length mirror, and wish that I could wallpaper my whole life with it.
Now for some Justin Blyth magic:
Also, check out lingerie company The Lake and Stars Spring/Summer 2011 collection. The ad campaign contains a good amount of ritual, lust, and cult practice. The ridiculously talented designers Nikki Dekker and Maayan Zilberman, who are both total babes, have said that they were inspired by the current resurrection of communal living and cult practices and a more ’80s new-age approach to spirituality. Both the garments and the campaign are gorgeous. I first saw pieces from this line when Sarah Jessica Parker wore them for Sex and the City: The Movie (yeah, that movie was horrendously stupid), and I fawned over her romper until finally the matching bra and briefs set was given to me as a (very generous) gift by someone who probably just wanted me to shut up and stop coveting things out loud.
Some images from the most recent campaign from The Lake and Stars:
“You were born into a state of grace, therefore it is impossible for you to leave it.”
the primordial soup behind my bed has managed to spawn a blog
Posted: March 8, 2011 Filed under: Uncategorized | Tags: art on paper, botanical alibinism, intaglio, vampire tree Leave a comment »So the other night I was digging behind my bed for a fallen Gameboy Advance and I discovered a vast sea of forgotten or discarded crapola, including but not limited to: pens of the Micron variety, Yam Yam boxes, stockings, scraps of fake fur, a DVD case (Valley Girl), a copy of The Lesser Key of Solomon, and a whole slew of my drawings and prints. Here’s one:
Some of my drawings are not hideous. I will now be sharing them on this blog.
Can we talk about albinism for a second? I usually want everything to be black or some dark shade of whatever. Think fathomless dark water, the cold Atlantic full of secrets and tragedy. God I am so dramatic. Dark is for Orphic and/or adult activities. That said, I have done a temporary one-eighty and I’m really into albino plants right now. Plants can have chlorophyll deficiencies (chlorosis). Really severe chlorosis can look like albinism, but for a plant to survive without chlorophyll it has to be parasitically attached to a host plant. Take albino redwoods. They are creepy ghost vampires. They live by sucking the nutrients from the roots of other redwoods.
There are only a few dozen in the world but maybe I could learn magic and someday have my own arcane ghost forest complete with albino raccoons and alligators and various other beasts.
I’m going to get a bleach and tone because I MUST have white blond hair. I keep saying that I’m going to do this, but all this talk about cool albino stuff has been very inspiring so I’m totally serious this time. Right now I look like this:
So soon I will be paper white all over and then I will fit in with my imaginary menagerie of pale forest things.

































