Today was (unseasonably?) cool, so I took advantage and wore a jacket.  Can you imagine?  A jacket in September in Los Angeles.  Perish the thought!

Dudeguy and I got into it on the way home, so I was out a photographer…sucka.  I used the opportunity to go exploring on the second floor of the house I live in.  A couple of people left recently, and there was one completely empty room with a mirror on the wall.  Naturally, I assumed it was a photo studio.  Yaaaaaaaaaaay.

Now, I know way back when I first started this here blog, I was supposed to do a formal post on the house.  I’ve toyed with the idea, but would rather not put all the secrets, stories, and general weird happenings that are said to have gone on here out into the internets.  I don’t think anyone would come and visit.  In fact, several of my friends have vowed not to come back over.  I don’t know why.  Nothing ever happened to them while they were here…

Ok, so MAAAAAAAYBE it was because I told them that the house was potentially haunted because a family that used to live there disappeared sometime during the mid-1900’s and all their pictures and furniture are still on the first floor.  No biggie.  I hardly think that’s a reason to never come back over to someone’s house, but that may just be me…

I probably shouldn’t have showed them the blood on the walls, huh?

Possible apparitions aside, it’s a pretty freakin’ sweet house.  Craftsman style, root cellar in back, servant’s quarters complete with dumb waiter, a huge garage, sun room, huge porch, and (my favorite) an old-timey den.  It looks like the room the men retired to to smoke cigars and listen to Orson Welles on a bakelite radio while sitting in big leather chairs.  If I had enough nerve, I’d chill in there, but it just feels weird.

All that said, we’re having a Halloween party!!!  It’ll be on the top level above all the old furniture, pictures of disappeared people and blood on the walls…just saying…you know, in case anyone was concerned for their welfare and sanity.  =D

Wearing
Kill City jacket
Pleasure Principle dress
Acne Atacoma wedges
Brixton hat
Vintage Poran & Mexican hammered knuckle rings

While going through my spam filter, I found a comment that basically accused me of violating the migratory bird act because I sell castings that look a lot like bird parts.  I have a strict “NO ASSHOLE” policy re: comments here, so it won’t be posted (remember to ask before you ASSume ladies and gents), but I wanted to clarify for anyone who was wondering.  Each piece in Talonalia was cast from items from a taxidermist’s shop.  Molds were made and the final products are completely brass.  I do not sick my army of cats on wildlife, because that would be dreadful.  Besides, I’m way too squeamish to engage in that activity.

Everything in Instant Vintage, however, was made from the precious breath of newborn children that I stole with a device similar to the one the Skeksis used to steal Gelfling essence in The Dark Crystal.  It’s possible that I’ve violated tons of laws  making the stuff there, so make sure you report me to the proper authorities.

And speaking of, here are several pictures of me wearing my huge ass (and conflict-free) Owl Talon necklace:

Wearing:
That thrifted shirt I like to turn into a skirt as a dress (thanks for the idea, Jowy!)
Thrifted jacket
Vintage Bruno Valenti shoes
Talonalia Owl Necklace and Hawk Talon+Vintage Bracelet

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Thank you, my darling dear ((pseudo)) sister!

Word on the street is that she’s opening an etsy store soon.  I’ll keep you all informed.

Do check out her blog because it’s fucking awesome.  Go soon.  Go soon because she likes to move around a lot.  It’s brimming with nice photos, great writing, and (AND) she makes stuff.  Really, really cool stuff.

She’s a girl after my own heart…and that’s probably why I appointed her as my ((pseudo)) sister.

Yeah.  I’m like that.