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
Here we are for part II of this new series...if you haven't checked out the first post, you can do so here. I haven't had any 'shut up and take my money' fashion moments in horror recently. Which is kind of sad, but then again the horror I've been indulging in hasn't really called for… Continue reading Dress Me In Horror : Part II
I'm not exactly sure what's happened in the past few months, but I've discovered hardly anything darkly brilliant enough to indulge my senses in. That was until I came across Völur today, after a brief visit to YouTube to see if they had anything in the way of offerings. Their folk inspired doom is so… Continue reading Sound Of The Day : Völur
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
When The Blair Witch Project first came out in 1999 I thought it was bullshit. I wanted to see the witch. I wanted blood and gore. I wanted MORE of whatever I thought it was that horror films were supposed to provide me with. I was also young. 12 or something. And naive. So very… Continue reading Review (Of Sorts) : Blair Witch
Now, where did I first see The Ghastling...I think it was over on Instagram but I can't exactly be sure. All I know is that suddenly it was in my life, and I burnt my fingers typing in my bank account details to purchase the first book in the five book series. I had a… Continue reading Review : The Ghastling – Book One
To say I'm obsessed with Sabat Magazine is to put it lightly...I don't know what life was before Sabat came along, and I'm impatiently waiting to hear what editor Elizabeth Krohn, i.e. the newly anointed goddess of print, has planned next. The Sabat Magazine Instagram page is a reflection of what the witchcraft orientated magazine offers. It's… Continue reading Intriguing Instagrammers : Sabat Magazine
I watched the Blair Witch the other night. The new one. As a devotee to the witch in the woods, I'm a little bit ashamed that it's taken me SO LONG to check it out...but in all honesty it's come down to cold, hard cash. I couldn't afford to see it at the cinema, and… Continue reading Time For You To Meet The Blair Witch…Again
I haven't had much chance to 'lust' after a lot this week. My arse has been cemented to the couch and I've been writing almost non-stop about babies. When I haven't been writing about babies, I've been lying horizontal unable to catch some zzz's and warring with a brain that want's to remind me about… Continue reading List Of Lust
Celebrating the strange and the shadowy, the damned and unseen 