Melanocetus johnsoni

Lo! Death has reared himself a throne
In a strange city lying alone

 Far down within the dim West,
Where the good and the bad and the worst and the best

Have gone to their eternal rest.

There shrines and palaces and towers
(Time-eaten towers that tremble not!)

Resemble nothing that is ours.

the city in the sea by Edgar Allan Poe

tribute to the undead

this is a cover I made. Der Herr Franz, stereotype viennese waiter.


usually i'm not a big fan of most of the lets-put-a-song-over-some-footage - homemade-musicvideos, but this does fit very well, i think. i just looove holly golithly.

and every upcoming all souls day needs a bit of hieronymus bosh

 

and here is the first bag i ever sew myself. the skeleton patch is from some skateshop. 

 

a lovely BRUAHAHAHA! to all of you 

fingerwaves!

I like it when they work out well and hereby have to show them off. ha.

and some impressions of my mothers garden. horrid to some of our neighbours, 

lovely dissipation to me

outfitpost impossible

it's been a while now that i try to take an admiration shot of my most favorite skirt. it's handmade by the black pinafore and i totally adore it.
BUT it seems my faith not to be able to take a proper picture of me wearing it. here are some samples for you:

too dark plus i'm sweaty and redfaced from dancing

back home; looking mental

a pony crossed my way

Dear Debora. i hope i will once be able to take a picture of this glorious garment you made.

victorian delight

i feel so inspired by the sinister aspects of victorian style, be it drawing or designing or whatever.

anyway,this is the very first dress i ever made. well to be honest i designed it, my granny helped me to sew it together. (all pictures by andrei meriae) it's actually meant to be for swing dancing, but still is inclined victorian. 

i love to add a little bit victorian to my everyday style and therefore i adore mamas little babies

her work is so original and pretty.

a wedding

(not mine)

the bride

the first band (yup. austria.)

the second band (italian combo. here jamming in the
castle's kitchen, playing some awesome tango music)

mister &me early in the evening

me end of the night. even my fascinator looks tired.

i'd like to show you a proper outfit post for the dress is grand. but on the only wide shot of me i did some weird things with my eyes and you can only see the white and this looks really scary. if i ever apply for a role in a zombie movie, this picture will get me the job.

conclusion: i urgently need to learn how to dance tango! and avoid any further encounter with volksmusik.

Vamp Nr. 1 and silk stocking stories

i got myself an old movie magazin from 1949 fearturing Marlene Dietrich.

glamour is when you have a stupid hairdo but still look dazzling.

here some more pics of heavenly Marlene from the magazine :

and now to something completely different:  2 postcards purchased in the same shop.

rambo vs. greta garbo

besides other great stuff, i got this vintage parasol for my graduation. i loooove it. i'm always a bit anxious with real vintage things. they might have survived a war and 60 years or more, but in general they don't survive me. (even though i try my very best, but i guess i can't deny that i was socialised by rambo rather than greta garbo)
like in school. there where kids whose books looked just like new at the end of the year. mine were in a rather ..uhm... battered state but with lots of new drawings in it. but no worries, i love these parasol more than my school books and will guard it.

 

how can it be...

...so fucking difficult to write a text about your very own film?!

grump.

i'm back and i'm bursting

i returned from a very long trip to the countryside which i needed for convalescene and also to concentrate on my diploma. next friday is the big showdown! i'm very excited. i'll present my documentary in a small but great cinema. which really makes me proud. :)
the thing is: in a little more than a week i'm no student anymore. i'm looking forward to that but it's also scary. now it's time to get really serious about being a freelancer. 
i have so many plans and ideas and i'm taking in all the information i can get about women freelancers. i came across this blog, which i think is really inspiring (besides the awesome lipstick this lady sells)
http://www.rockalily.com/blog/tag/inspiration-women

i'd love you to share your plans or experiences with me!

here are some impressions of my country life

destroyed but dedicated

cats and flowers everywhere

my two citycats were especially amazed by flies and bugs and everything they can hunt.

queen

indeed.

chameleon

i always thought i would never be like my parents. and now i even look like their house.

silvie vs flowers

since i plan to become an eccentric old catlady, here is another post about my cats.
it's dedicated to the ongoing fight silvie vs flowers.

this looks rather idyllic 

but she was actually en cours of biting the heads off my flowers.

she hasn't yet realised that the enemy is so close

why bother fighting it if you can simply lie on it?