Secret passageways– the staple of gothic horror flicks– are actually available for installation in regular homes! A company called Creative Home Engineering is making it possible, with a range of designs superbly combining form and function.
I always got a kick out of seeing the shadowy anti-hero/vampire pull the out the certain book or bend the candlestick and watch as the unassuming bookcase swung open to reveal a sinister entrance. To where? A dungeon? A secret laboratory? A prison for some feral humanoid dragging its knuckles and wailing “Why, oh why was I created?”….Well nowadays, it would likely just lead to a broom closet or porn stash, but still, the idea is pretty damn cool…Now if only someone made those paintings with the cut out eyeholes, I’d be in gothic heaven!
Whew, this one left me kind of grossed out…but, then again…hmmm, I wonder…ahhhh!, get ahold of yourself spiNaLpUppEt!–this ain’t a freaky porno! The amorous arachnids are in fact of the metaphorical variety, visual and visceral reminders of the dangers of unprotected sex. Hubba hubba…
The first ad showcases a seductive strumpet and her hairy date, who is apparently all hands. In the second, a ‘playa’ (as the kids would call him nowadays) is in the throes of a sweaty lust, and unaware that the hot babe he picked up is just waiting to dig her claws into him and consummate a poisonous relationship…
Strange bedfellows indeed! But the point is clear.
These types campaigns are always controversial, and serve as a good starting point for a discussion on the role of shock value in public service ads….
But all I know is that this picture is definitely worth 10,000 words, and when your old boy spiNaLpUppEt hits up the meat markets this weekend, he’ll be sure to double bag!
Oct 20 1854
The “Infant Shakespeare”, the Parisian prodigy, the wizard of verbal Symbolist imagery, L’enfant terrible of the 19th century poetic establishment, yes, Arthur Rimbaud was born this day in 1854.
absinthefever has a great summary of the poet’s life and a great quote about his green mistress, absinthe:
“When the poet’s pain is soothed by a liquid jewel held in the sacred chalice, upon which rests the pierced spoon, the crystal sweetness, icy streams trickle down. The darkest forest melts into an open meadow. Waves of green seduce. Sanity surrendered, the soul spirals toward the murky depths, wherin lies the beautiful madness – absinthe.”
Zildjian recently launched one of its latest cymbal lines, the “Pitch Black” series, complete with a dark coating to give bands that “damn right we’re hardcore” edge.
Personally, I think they’re awesome, but I was sniffing around on some forums and I noticed a few jeers from the rabble. Some felt the new line would be all too quickly embraced by metal-charlatans eager to increase their perceived bad-assery . Others were straddling the fence and weighing the costs and benefits versus more traditional offerings.
But were I a metal drummer I’d definitely consider them–for what could be a better symbol for black metal than black metal cymbals?
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