Animal skulls on human heads.

I want a poster of this for my place.

hot sexy coffee

So. Check it out.

Original logo. Naturally, a pot bellied creature showing her tits wasn't going to fly.

Spreading the tails was still a bit too much.

Well ok.

It's true. The two tailed siren is actually a melusine, a mythological sea creature known for basically being total cock teases.

The part that I really like though is that she was chosen by the coffee company to go along with their nautical theme. What nautical theme? Well, "Starbuck" is the name of a character in Moby Dick. Starbucks was started by nerds.

Yesssss.

Accordian fashion

Room for one more...

Francisco Goya and his peculiar decorative taste

In the midst of a creative funk I have decided to finally decorate my condo after two years of doing nothing but messing up the place. I've taken on painting as my first task, and am reminded of one of my favorite creepy art stories. Surely you've seen the painting above, known as Saturn Devouring his Son?

Francisco Goya, the artist, wasn't always so eery. Look at some of these commissioned works he did early in his life. Soothing really.

Beautiful.

I'm feeling a little cheerier already. Perky, even.

Like you and I, Francisco was horribly troubled. Luckily for us he didn't mind to show it. I particularly like the self portrait below, The Sleep of Reason Produces Monsters.

Things took a turn for the far creepier though when, at 72 and completely deaf from a nasty case of Cholera, old Franny moved into a house in Madrid and decided to decorate the walls of the house with his own paintings. Keeping this brilliant shit all to himself, he put oil paint directly on the walls and created a series now known at The Black Paintings. Here are a few gems.

And of course, the one that has always given me the creeps, more than any other peice of art I can think of, in fact -

Here is the creepiest part of this entire situation, though. The dudes who found these paintings - far after Francisco Goya was dead. Meaning, that not only do we not really know if the painting was called Saturn Devouring his Son, we have no idea if Saturn was even the model.

I mean really, the only reason art historians assume the painting is about the myth of Saturn is another painting, by another artist, called Saturn Devouring his Son. Catch is, it looks like this:

I see the similarity and all, but I'm not convinced. Meaning, we don't know if it's Saturn, if that hopeless headless creature is a son or even a male, or what the fuck is going on at all. And apparently know, there's question of whether Francisco even painted these - otherwise it would be a jealous son or even grandson. Creepier and creepier. All I know is, that painting hits me, in a way I almost dislike to like.

As for my condo, light blue is going to be fine.

Peanuts

Brilliant. It was just a little over ten years ago that Charles M. Schulz died, may he rest in peace.

Jesters

After the bauble I wanted to look up more jesters, because I liked the idea of them in art. I mostly found them in the details of art, like illustrated bibles.

Yes yes, there are philisophical implications abound, but lets face it first, they are awful cute and pretty.

This next one is on a wall.

In art they represent folly or madness, which lends itself to another fantastic thing I stumbled upon in my search: "The Ship of Fools." It's an old idea that all humans on earth are as silly and sad as a wayward ship of fools out to see. How romantic. Here is the most famous version of The Ship of Fools, by Bosch. The jester is in the back with his little hat and sippy cup.

This next one by Brant is like, all jester.

Although none have quite the allegory of ship of fools, some of the jester art I found hit human folly right in the head with the name alone. For instance, 'A Maiden Tempted by a Fool'.

Or, 'A Jester Points Out God in a Cloud.' Okay, fine, this one is probably a serious bible story, but I like my insinuation better.
The best title by far though is the next one, "The Son of Lucretius Wastes his Father's Money on Women."

Finally, I started to actually read about the actual jesters of the Middle Ages. Some had a certain amount of real, if hilarious, political respect. Think John Stewart . One of the most famous, Stanczyk, was employed by three separate Polish kings for both laughs and guidance. He is featured below as being the only patron of a royal party to be concerned about the political state of affairs.

Another sort of jester was known as a "Fool for Christ". These guys were basically Robin Hood types who thought the system was bullshit and would go around being illegal about all sorts of things and loud about it as well. One of them was my new hero Basil.

Basil here spent his life going off on Ivan the Terrible, and when he died, Ivan himself acted as one of the pallbearers. Isn't that sweet. Oh that's right, then Ivan the terrible built this on top of his grave and called it "Saint Basil's Cathedral."

Damn.

As far as in art though, I think it's a great little symbol and sorely underused. Although, I do think we get a good little gem every once in a while.

Gas Mask Fashion

In 2004 I was dating a young marine corporal who got deported to Iraq. We had only been seeing each other a few months but I was 22 and found the thought of having a man out at war to be romantic. It wasn't of course, but still, I sent him pictures letters every single day for the seven months of his stay there.

I got to see the gas mask room before he was deported. It was a long room with wooden floors and no windows in the marine headquarters in Pasadena. It was lined, from floor to cealing, with gas masks.

He put one on my face. It didn't fit right at all. After a lot of fiddling and adjusting, one of the pieces came off entirely. Oorah.

As an asthmatic I find anything to do with breath control awful and unsexy, but I still find the fetishizing of gas masks to be interesting.

If you want hot topless goth girls with gas masks, it's a google click away. I like the weird stuff more.

Of course, lets not forget what the masks are for. Nothing better to get a good chill about it than kids in 'em.

I get a real kick out of this last one. It's a shower head.