In an extremely rare instance, I was free of my usual anchored work and table duties this weekend and I was able to attend New York Comic-Con. It just ended yesterday, but it already seems like a blur. I’ll try to make this post as easy to follow as possible, let’s go!
Admittedly, I am the type of person that subscribes to many podcasts and listens to about 4 of them due to time constraints. One of the lucky few that I like to carve out my time for is Transgression Podcast, essentially creators in discussion. Transgression is hosted by Menton3, David Stoupakis, and Damien Echols, and features discussions with artists and discussions with each other, and it’s definitely a podcast I recommend to those in my life who need it.
Last night, I listened to the podcast that was firmly controlled by one of my favorite artists, Darby ‘Old Hag’ Lahger. I wish I could pinpoint when I even discovered her work, but she’s definitely one of my favorite people to follow on Instagram. She is a master of capturing a moment, residing in rural Sweden and taking photographs that look like they were plucked from the mind of a fantasy writer.
She mentions in the podcast that she receives a lot of comments from people wanting to move to Sweden because they believe that this is what it looks like all of the time. She states that these moments don’t randomly occur, discipline goes into chasing them down, “waking up at the ass crack of dawn and climbing a mountain.”
I could go on and on, but the Transgression Podcast with her was so enlightening to listen to. I know a lot of people that I know follow her already on Instagram, so this interview is small peek into her world.
(Sister Louisa’s, Atlanta, GA)
I just took a moment to glance at a calendar of events coming up, and I figured I’d make an effort to update here before I trip over my feet even more. It is on the cusp of October, last night a cloudy Super Moon occurred, and the coming month is going to be a little insane. Lots of shows, the last convention of the season, and my favorite time of the year… So let’s muster up a hasty reflection on what has happened since the last time I promised an update!
I attended DragonCon. Listen, this could be a whole post (or two) in itself. It was my fifth (or sixth..?) year attending it, and they continue to be more strange and more fun. I find it a little bit of an overshare to detail my weekend, but rest easy knowing that I had fun about 80% of the time. On the last day I made a mad dash over to the dealer’s room, which was an organized (yet still mob-worthy) little mini-mall, and threw a lot of money at my beloved BPAL. In a perfect world, I’d have even more money to expand my collection of their charming scents (and even more room to store their cute apothecary vials). I’ve satiated my want for now, and when I say that, I mean until next week when I make another mad dash over to their booth at NYCC and peruse their Halloween collection.
(From DragonCon: Shelley, Byron, and Keats – O – Blood)
I made my first trip to the American Museum of Natural History. I’ve lived in New York a few years and there are still a ton of places I’ve yet to visit. Truthfully, I’ve been spending a lot of my time in Brooklyn and I’m constantly discovering things naturally. But once in a while, I like to check The List and tick something off. Unfortunately, the planetarium was closed until November, but it’s not like I won’t be back here. I paid more of my attentions to the dinosaurs and ocean creatures…
(Both creepy and crawly.)
Between then and now I’ve been busy, but I’ve also had some glorious time off, and I got to see Severed Heads and Statiqbloom, which was such a treat. Oddly enough, my first trip to Rough Trade, and I only wish that more shows I’d attend were held there.
(I’m somewhere in there. Severed Heads at Rough Trade, photo from BrooklynVegan. More here!)
On that note, October is a month where I’m going to need to just keep my calendar open at all times. Things coming up: The March Violets, IAMX, the complete revival of my wardrobe, called-for-debauchery, uncalled-for-debauchery, New York Comic Con, Babes in Toyland, Azar Swan, and Halloween! Guest starring: fulfillment and exhaustion.
I’m not dead yet, just terribly busy. A proper update will happen soon, until then, I’ve started building a Fall playlist (since it’s only a week away), and so far this remains the only song. Not a terrible start, but not a good finish!
Suede, Sleeping Pills
What is a must on your Autumn playlists?
No scroll or read through the New York Times is complete without a few words of sartorial wisdom from Bill Cunningham. The most recent video (which is linked here, and every single one of them are delightful) gave me some inspiration for snapping a few photos this past Saturday afternoon.
Being New York, everyone is in black or black and white. The tourists, of course, are in color– in their beach clothes.
Every time I’m in the city, I try to take photos of a new building, or some detail that I haven’t noticed before. Rounding out 4 (?) years here, and I haven’t run out of things to capture. While there is no shortage of beautiful color in the city, especially in the late Summer, everything truly shines in black and white.
(Accidental camouflage on the F train.)
I’ve recently been digging through some of my 4AD favorites to get into a more autumnal mood. I realize it’s an average of 80 degrees outside, but I’ve officially drawn the line. Autumn is something you have to ease into, so why not start now? And that doesn’t mean that everything needs to be pumpkin spice and what-have-you. You have to start small!
Today I’ve been attached to this B-side, I Fell In Love With A Ghost by Lydia Lunch and Rowland S. Howard.
I encountered one of those fulfilling and busy “weekends” that start on Thursday and end Sunday evening. I’m exercising my skills in keeping it brief and to the point, so here we go!
Thursday: I liken a WEEP show to a meteor shower: It’s bright, magnificent, and if someone doesn’t tell you that it’s happening, you will most certainly miss it. And thankfully for myself, I have yet to miss a show of theirs on account of not knowing. A collage of shimmering post-punk, I’d suggest seeing them at least once to any fan of the genre. Their newest self-titled album is available to stream on Spotify, if that’s your thing.
Friday held promise of going out, but those plans were scrapped for a much better plan of staying in and watching Conan the Barbarian.
Honestly, that was probably a great plan because I ended up walking 7 miles all around the city on Saturday, from Brooklyn, to SoHo and it felt like everywhere in between. I met up with Nikki to get our auras photographed in Chinatown, which has been sort of a fun thing we’ve decided to do almost in a ritual manner to break from life and work.
I’ve noticed that whenever people post aura photos, they rarely go into what it means (or what they’re told it means). Maybe it’s very personal to them, or most likely they just wanted a cool photo. I go with both sides of this, but here is a little breakdown of what I was told the photo translates as:
- The left hand side signifies the past two weeks (which makes sense as my last photo was completely red.) It reads as stressful (true) but fun (also true).
- My face is very visible in the photo. This is not common with those who get enough sleep. Areas of the body that are affected with an illness or with pain are usually visible (my right knee was injured for the last photograph, and because of this the right side of my photo was a little transparent.)
- The top and right signify the present and future, respectively, and they are yellow and yellow/green. Yellow stands for success and inspiration, while the green (noticeably faint) translates as a desire of change.
I won’t go too far into the personal relations of how I’m perceiving it, but it was definitely a spirit-lifter, and it also doubles as a pretty cool keepsake.
Galavanting around the city ensued as we enjoyed the more acceptable side of the Summer weather. I’m very much ready for Fall (44 days away!) but until then, I’m holding onto every little cool breeze that I get.
Sunday, Roy and I decided to pay a visit to Red Hook, which is among my favorite neighborhoods. It’s far removed and has excellent seafood. Also, apparently home to the best Irish Cream cocktail “in the known world”. I can’t really vouch for the rest of the word, but of the three Irish Cream cocktails I’ve tried in my life, this is probably the best.