The other week I stumbled across a random image and saved it on my desktop so that I could, at a later date, dive into the depths of the internet and find out what I could about the artist behind the work. The piece of art which I saved was this... ...and it was created… Continue reading Art In The Dark : Akira Kusaka
Okay, so while Grimoire isn't necessarily a blog per se, I want to include it here anyway because it's one of the best things I've seen all week and it deserves to be furiously blogged about. I stumbled across it entirely by accident, like with most things of this ilk. It was another occasion where… Continue reading Blogging In The Dark : Grimoire
It was a while back now that the first issue of Sabat Magazine, The Maiden Issue was introduced to the world, but, as usual, I was late to the party. As it happens, I was broke when The Maiden Issue was unleashed, and it sold out so fucking quickly that I didn't have chance to… Continue reading Review : Sabat Magazine – The Maiden Issue
I have a true respect for people with debilitating conditions who transform their issues into art. Once such creative is Michael Massaia. Back in 2007 Massaia found himself suffering with insomnia. Unable to rest, he'd take long walks around Central Park at night. I'd always found Central Park to be somewhere that's pretty god damn… Continue reading Central Park When There’s No People
You might know, you might not, but I do photography sometimes. I'm also a poet. A couple of months ago an art curator got in touch with me after seeing my photography and words on Instagram, and asked if he could exhibit some of my work. I said sure, and yesterday I had my photography… Continue reading Your Eyes Burn Like Wild Fire
So I got my chest tattooed with two pieces a few years ago. Not my boobs, above them, just below my collar bones. And they were fuck ups from the beginning. (Thankfully the place that did it shut down soon after I was inked. I'm hoping the dicks who ran it veered of into a… Continue reading Tattooing In The Dark : Inspiration
If you were born in the 80's you should remember watching the Moomins, and you ought to remember one of the show's best and most disturbing characters, The Groke (or in Swedish, Mårran. Morra means to growl; or to grumble). I can still remember my little heart rate increasing when she made he first appearance… Continue reading Moomintroll And The Groke
I haven't spent much time on Etsy this year, but one of the discoveries I (thankfully) made on one of my brief visits was Dark Crosses, a store providing 'Counted cross-stitch charts with a darker twist.' Based in York, England Dark Crosses is run by Jacob de Graaf, a Netherlands native who moved to York… Continue reading Shopping In The Dark : Dark Crosses
January, where oh fucking where did you go? Last time I blinked it was mid-December. Things were a little bit quiet over here for the first month of 2017. Much quieter than I would have liked, to be honest. Long timers will know I like to keep it busy. But I'm going to give January… Continue reading It Was A Wyrd January
A shot from this morning when I captured my beautiful friend and muse @erzabethbathory with her familiar Boney. In the event that I've whetted your appetite, you can find more of my photography at my website here. In case you need some other obscure stuff filling up your feed, I'm also on Instagram.
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 