30 September 2012

formed from foundlings

i've posted many of dominic f. marceau's short films here before, but i thought it might be nice to assemble them all in one convenient place. [they are assembled all in one convenient place- the fsquared media you tube channel. -ed.]

these aren't actually all of his short films, but they represent a cycle of shorts set to single pieces of music and assembled entirely from copyright-free materials. some are all taken from the same film and simply edited to fit. others are assembled from multiple sources. i'm very happy to have played the role of sounding board as these were created and very proud of how accomplished these are. for those who have seen them piecemeal over the last several months, it's an interesting experience to have them all in one place. for those who haven't, ready yourselves for a rather surreal experience.

sin :: music by subliminal



i did it for you :: music by haus arafna



coping :: music by subliminal



tempo morto :: music by ait!



zero :: music by theologian



death to desire. desire is death :: music by navicon torture technologies



today you died [did you know who i am] :: music by haus arafna



we can't all be victims :: music by theologian



for your eyes only :: music by subliminal



if you liked the music used in these shorts, please check out...

galakthorroe [subliminal and haus arafna]
punch records [ait!]
annihilvs [navicon torture technologies and theologian]

a definable moment in time- the fiction serial is back!

back in business, after a short break... prepare for a surprising and somewhat unsettling visit to our friend adela...

more like space: a definable moment in time [a fiction serial] cont...


28 September 2012

morte d'arthur

sadly, earlier today, we had to say goodbye to arthur, the king of our urban camelot, the little lion, the sweet-faced sovereign with the great big snowshoes for feet and, on the sly, a total nip-head. he was a real ruler and it was an incredibly difficult decision to let him go, but the sad fact was that in the last few months, he hadn't really been himself. i mean that in the most literal way, too. he hadn't been social with his brothers and sister, he hadn't wanted to be groomed and hadn't groomed himself. wracked with diabetes and its myriad side effects, including perpetual dry skin that left him with open wounds where his fur had matted and pulled away, increasing cataracts in his bright eyes that left him unable to see in anything other than bright light and increasing dehydration that left him constantly thirsty and frequently incontinent, he was not the beautiful, regal spectacle he had always been. 

still, there were flashes of his old, haughty self. when i approached him- saying his name or a familiar greeting out loud so he knew who i was- he would still raise his proud head and i could see some of the  spark in his bright gold eyes. and for that reason, i put off the ultimate decision repeatedly, until it finally registered that what i was doing was supremely selfish. someone as dignified as arthur had always been could not possibly be happy in his current circumstances. and most of the time, he looked terribly unhappy, lost, hurting. by prolonging the final choice, i was indulging my own desire not to be without him.

a lot of people would be surprised at how deeply we mourn arthur's loss, because in some ways, he could be a really horrible cat. in his young life, he was almost frighteningly aggressive. he didn't especially liked to be touched and woe betide anyone who came close to laying a finger on his belly. given his size and strength, he could be flat out dangerous, because, even when theoretically playing, he never held back. blood loss was just something you learned to put up with.

when he was young, he was pathologically shy. he didn't much care for people at all and would try to break down a door [literally] rather than tolerate a stranger. as beautiful as he was, he didn't like to be held or cuddled and, whereas most cats will attempt to comfort their humans in moments of grief, tears were repulsive to him. whenever i was depressed, i could count on arthur to keep at least six feet distance between us.


he never clawed at the furniture very much, because he far preferred to shred shoes and books. the first time i had a guest stay over at my place in toronto, he decimated the book said guest was reading in a couple of hours. and, yes, several pairs of my beloved shoes fell victim to his talons.



and, of course, there was his habit of using urine as a debate strategy. every cat has some occasional accident, but arthur's were far from accidental. he did not like to have his brand of litter changed. if that was not respected, he'd simply go on the floor next to the pan until you corrected the situation. he was incredibly particular about the litter being cleaned. way more particular than someone who washes his ass with his tongue has any right to be, but he was insistent. if the litter didn't meet his standards, he would find something belonging to his humans to pee on. and if he didn't know you and recognise your scent, you could count on him giving you a little wet present. the first time dom stayed over at our place, he awoke to find that his socks had been irrigated overnight.

but despite all that, we do mourn him, because we remember everything else that made it worthwhile enduring his moodiness and stubbornness. when he was a kitten, he would sleep wrapped around my hand for the first few weeks he was in my home. as he aged, he mellowed and started to very much enjoy affection- ironically loving to have his belly rubbed more than anything. as aloof as he was, when he wanted your attention, you felt special, you felt chosen. the king had taken notice of you. i never stopped feeling that way about him.

but even better than that was getting to watch his interaction with other cats, because while he might have come to enjoy human company, his true love was always reserved for his own kind. he idolised his elder brother morgan from the time he joined our family. he would sit for hours and watch morgan do anything. and when walter- actually arthur's real nephew- came to live with us, he found a best friend for life. the two of them were inseparable. they were both huge and hearty and took their orders from morgan, who weighed less than half of either of them and had no claws to boot. the two of them were the dynamic duo or the odd couple, depending on the moment. and despite the fact that their personalities could hardly have been more different [walter was an affection-crazed clown who avoided any trace of dignity like it was a disease], they adored each other. both morgan and walter passed on earlier and, left alone, arthur was bereft.

but late in life, he found renewed energy through the little ones who became part of the family. after an initial grouchy hesitance that lasted all of twenty-four hours, he took on the role of mentor to his little brother seth with a passion. as seth grew bigger and stronger and arthur's health started to fail, the two of them remained close and not once did seth ever show any sign of disrespect to the king. and when simon and hecubus arrived, arthur seemed happier than at any time since walter had been with him. with so many subjects, he really did feel like a proper monarch. when he first grew sick, it was his siblings who seemed to pull him out of it, succeeding where insulin injections and blood tests had failed. and it was when he started slinking into corners and avoiding them that it became obvious that he really had reached the end of his strength.

when we took him in to be euthanised, the vet began by giving him a sedative. in the time that the sedative took effect, we held him, petted him and played him his favourite music [muslimgauze, if you're curious]. his ears twitched a little in time with the beats and he purred softly but surely. whatever pain he had been in before, i'm pretty sure the drugs took it away in those last few minutes. he was happy and relaxed. i held him, my head pressed against his chest the whole time and his purring continued until his little heart stopped.

and so we mourn our lost leader with the great big snowshoes for feet, a king like many others, who could be terrifying in his capriciousness and in the use of his own power, but who still inspired love by simply being his brilliant self and by allowing you, occasionally, to feel the radiance of his favour. the grieving is for our loss rather than his pain, which is over.


Then Sir Bedivere cried: Ah my lord Arthur,
what shall become of me, now ye go from me and leave
me here alone among mine enemies?

arthur :: 12 april 1998 - 28 september 2012 :: rest in peace

...and this is why i shouldn't be allowed in public, ever

i spent last weekend in toronto for work reasons, which included an evening dinner and cruise with a hundred or so customers of the company i work for. 

i've never quite understood why employers put me in places where i could conceivably interact with their customers. perhaps they're not quite aware of exactly how socially clueless i am. here's an example, which happened in the presence of a couple of coworkers and a supplier who was probably wondering why he'd come all the way over from europe to be confronted with someone who'd evidently escaped from a mental hospital. 

coworker :: you have an empty plate with you? 

me :: i'm never sure what to do with these things. i don't know if there's a specific place to put them, or if i can just leave them wherever i feel like it. 

coworker :: i think that you can just put it wherever. 

me [leaving plate on table] :: yeah, that seems like a good way to get rid of things. just leave them lying around and hope that someone else takes care of it. 

coworker :: as long as you're not doing that with small children. 

me :: i thought that was what you were supposed to do with them. was that wrong?

coworker [laughing] :: how many children do you have anyway? 

me [straight-faced]:: none- anymore. 

i don't think i'll be invited on any more outings.

dj kali and mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 26.09.12

it was indeed a happy [post]birthday celebration for me and a big thank you to all who joined in [you know who you are]. you know what the best part is? we're doing this again next week! that's right, folks, because we missed our date at the beginning of september, we're doing two weeks in a row of caustic loveliness. and you're invited

for those who don't know what to expect... here's what we did last night, which doesn't necessarily have anything to do with what we'll do next week, but it might give you an idea, sort of. 

mr. dna
dom said that for my birthday, he was inspired to play songs that reminded him of me, which is really sweet. although, given that he played fishbone's "lyin' ass bitch", i'm kind of hoping not every song was for me...

david bowie :: sense of doubt
liars :: scissor
medicine :: aruca
my bloody valentine :: soon
television :: marquee moon
blondie :: (i am always touched by your) presence, dear
talking heads :: not in love
richard hell & the voidoids :: love comes in spurts
new york dolls :: looking for a kiss
the kinks :: all day and all of the night
the cramps :: the crusher
the sonics :: cinderella
big flame :: sink
the pop group :: we are all prostitutes
wire :: the 15th
gary numan :: we have a technical
frank alpine :: no exit
devo :: beautiful world
big black :: I can be killed
the screamers :: vertigo
black flag :: nervous breakdown
hüsker dü :: something I've learned today
we've got a fuzzbox and we're gonna use it :: love is the slug
bikini kill :: rebel girl
superchunk :: 100,000 fireflies
dinosaur jr :: in a jar
fishbone :: lyin' ass bitch
the fundamentals :: leaving me behind
the beatles :: for the benefit of mr kite


dj kali
these are a few of my favourite things... stuck with a pretty safe set of things that i just love to hear loud. i think that next week, i'll do an all-polka set or something...


laibach :: die liebe
death in june :: heaven street 
jesus lizard :: blockbuster
pop 1280 :: bodies in the dunes
controlled bleeding :: the fodder song
spk :: metal field
gelatinous citizen :: big sounds for happy cows
cabaret voltaire :: nag nag nag
the vanishing :: lovesick 
joy division :: shadow play 
chrome :: anorexic sacrifice
devo :: signal ready
gun club :: sex beat
siouxsie and the banshees :: nicotine stain
cabaret voltaire :: premonition [oops! didn't mean to play them twice, but i was having a conversation at the time and had a bit of a brain fart]
velvet underground :: heroin
minimal man :: big head
skullflower :: rotten sun
novy svet :: en possession de te

see you on wednesday, october 3rd at le cagibi- 9 'til 12!

25 September 2012

making faces :: classic armani is classic

have you ever tried reading lesser books by great writers? not just the books that aren't quite as well known, but the stuff that they really just cranked out to make some money when they'd squandered all their earnings on drink and debauchery. what you discover most of the time is that while they had an undeniable talent, there's a reason why their classics are the ones that have inscribed themselves on the collective imagination. those classics touch something in our psyche that goes beyond simple skill and that is the reason why certain titles persevere while others fade.

for fall 2012, armani would like to remind you that as it is with literature, so it is with beauty. there is a reason why certain looks have established themselves as iconic in our culture and it's not about trends or quirks or gimmicks. it's about the fact that certain looks are simply, effortlessly classic because they remind of us of other, greater emblems of beauty going back many years.

armani's collections are always 'succinct', but this one seems especially so, in that the bulk of the products are bound up in two palettes of three shadows and one blush each. "neo-black" is made up of more stately neutrals, while "neo-brown" is more earthy. there are three new lipsticks- a deep red, a rich rosewood and a soft beige- and a black and a brown eyeliner. simple, sleek and small.

this is my restrained face
in all honesty, if i could have afforded to, i probably would have bought the whole collection, but things being what they are, i limited myself to the neo-black palette and #408, the deep red lipstick. because, if you're going to go classic, nothing is more timeless than a smouldering neutral eye and a bloodstained lip. i grew up worshiping at the altar of silver screen sirens  and this combination looked like someone had distilled my ideal of beauty into a couple of perfect little shiny black packages.

i'll start with the lipstick, because it'll be quick. i've already gone on so much about my passionate, boundless, erotic love for rouge d'armani lipsticks that i'm nearly certain i've run out of adjectives to describe them. pulchritudinous? meritorious? resplendent? it vies always with guerlain as my favourite lipstick formula and the idea of having one in an autumn-appropriate deep red was almost too much for me to take. i might have actually gone through the motions of swatching it on my hand in the store, but honestly, it was a mere formality. i knew it would be coming home with me.

PHOTOS AND SWATCHES AND REVIEWS AND IN USE SHOTS AND...

20 September 2012

look at the souvenirs i didn't buy in switzerland

by a weird fluke, i found myself in switzerland with no ability to get money and no money on hand. that sucked in a lot of ways, because i always like to buy a map of the city/ country i'm in while i'm traveling. [i've prohibited myself from purchasing a map in advance of a trip because of that unseemly incident back in 2005.] it also sucked because it meant that i couldn't buy the gorgeous europe-only shade of yves st. laurent's new "rouge pur couture- les mats" lipstick called "prune virgin", which is not only named after an underrated irish band, but which is also just a perfectly me shade of deep shiraz purple-red.

but in other ways, it's a good thing that i couldn't get money, because that's probably all that stopped me from buying stuff like this ::

ok, let's start with the predictable, which is that i wanted the entire window display at prada on banhofstrasse. choosing one pair would have been too difficult. i will take all the pairs, please. and i will pay by credit card. someone else's.


and it's just too typical to get a cow. although a cow dressed as michael jackson might have been slightly more acceptable.


a cowbell the size of my torso was vaguely appealing, if only because i could imagine it freaking out some underpaid baggage handlers if i were able to fit it in a suitcase. i also think it would have guaranteed that my baggage left the plane pretty damn fast upon arrival.


and no, i wasn't tempted to get a gnome, which would also be cliche, but when i saw this in tiny, touristy appenzell, i was tempted to get all the gnomes, just so i could watch dom's reaction when i organised them in military formation in front of our door and then called in a set of demands to avoid war from a nearby pay phone. then again, he lives with me, so i suspect he's getting used to that sort of thing.


this would also have been totally cliche, except that it was about fifteen feet long. size trumps cliche. it's an international rule.


of course, this was like a sign reading "giant gift shop for kate"


unfortunately, they only had a couple of things on the wall i could have stolen and given the general decor, i sort of thought they might have noticed they were missing...


besides, why would i want old stuff when i could easily have bought a giant chrome brain with strawberries sprouting out of it?


ok, to be fair, when dom saw this, he couldn't understand why i didn't buy it. yes, it was about two feet tall and yes, it probably weighed about eighty pounds, but seriously, what's a better souvenir than a great big bronze statue of a bear taking a dump?


i think dom's secret fear was that i was going to come home with this guy, because i texted him pictures saying how happy i was that i'd made a friend on my travels and how i was almost certain that the large number of bug bites i received were not due to his giving me fleas. but come on, look at him. he was totally flirting with me.


so those are all the awesome things i could have [would have] bought in switzerland if my bank card had worked. also, i'll bet you're pretty happy you're not dom right now.

17 September 2012

making faces :: guerlain should take my advice more often

time to get wild. or tawny.
ok, i don't want to brag, but... well, i do want to brag actually, because when i did my "beauty brand report card" a few months back i said that the one thing i thought guerlain had to work on was their blush. and apparently, they take my opinion very seriously, because for their fall launch, they've featured a new collection of six blushes that join their permanent lineup.

that's not all they did, of course. they also introduced a new liquid lipstick formula that's stealing all the headlines. plus there are four new and permanent rouge g shades and two new glosses which everyone is ignoring, despite the fact that they're the only things that aren't permanent. and then there's the new [and, yes, permanent] eye shadow quad called "les fauves", a symphony of late autumn foliage shades in brown, copper and coral-orange.

i'd like to thank guerlain for making all of these things permanent, because it saves me having to harvest my internal organs for makeup money. yes folks, it's that pretty [the makeup, not the organs]. unlike the moodier shades of nars or the ladylike colours of chanel, guerlain's fall palette is bold, rich, strong, saturated... you get the idea. there are some more restrained shades of the blushes available, but the colour scheme for the collection is alive with rich tones of copper and orange and reds, with flashes of bright pink. there's something about it that reminds me of the shades associated with the tapestry-laden dens of morocco [as filtered through the orientalist european eye].

now, just because things are permanent doesn't mean a lady like me doesn't want them right now. so i have already helped myself to two little goodies: one of the new blushes and the new eye shadow quad.

SEE WHAT DELIGHTS LIE BEHIND THE VIRTUAL CURTAIN...

14 September 2012

friday favourites 14.09.12

image of the week
my mother reads constantly. she'll read multiple books at once, leaving them in strategic places around her home [although never in the bathrooms] so that she can just pick up where she left off. her brain has this uncanny ability to leap from one track to another without skipping a beat, which i attribute to the fact that she's ambidextrous, so her brain is used to doing things on both sides that most of us do with only one. 

myself, i'm kind of a reading bulimic. not that i'm a bulimic who reads- although that would have been accurate enough at one point- but i tend to binge and then purge. i get so into a book i'm reading that i almost forget to look up every now and again, which can be tricky when doing things like descending stairs, crossing roads or sitting in meetings with people who are wondering why they're paying you. in order to avoid being like that all the time, i sort of starve myself of books a lot, because i like being alive and getting paid. they're two of my favourite things. 

since i currently have a long commute to work, i have been reading more, but i hadn't really found something to fire my imagination. until now. this past week, i've disappeared into the subterranean maze of umberto eco's "the prague cemetery". so if i'm a little less loquacious than usual in the coming week, it's either because i'm absorbed in the book, or because said book as made me too paranoid to speak or write. both are fairly likely.

in those moments when i did glance up from the book, this is what i most enjoyed from the last seven days...

good news :: stuff i can't make up from around the internet

naked monks on nightshade? oh brother

man appeals after court determines that surgeon acted reasonably in removing part of his penis without consent. if the verdict is upheld, i'm guessing that's the last time a man goes in for surgery ever. 

"dear homeowner: we foreclosed on the house you built by hand with your father and destroyed everything in it, but it turns out you don't actually have a mortgage. oops. our bad. enjoy your memories, because they're all you have. sincerely, wells fargo."

the horrifying world of 80s muscles.

goings on :: stuff you can [and should] participate in

if you're in montreal... wizard of electronica ryoji ikeda presents "test pattern" a new sound and visual piece on saturday night at the phi centre in old montreal. details on facebook

and once you've finished there, head north[ish] to the casa del popolo for the monthly post-punk night with dj tyg and ciemnosc. more facebook...

if you're in new york... definitely check out theologian, the divine phoenix risen from the ashes of navicon torture technologies. they'll be sharing the bill with cenotype and a host of others on saturday, september 15. details on the facebook event page

musical notes

i've had a rolling list of human league songs [although mercifully none from the 1986 reformation, aka "the dark age"] running through my head for days. which is kind of funny, because this is the song that i find can bulldoze through all others and winnow its way to the core of your brain until you can't conceive of anything else and you start to hear people talking in rhythm to it and even passing cars seem to have their motors churning to the beat and eventually it starts to take possession of you and you think that you'd do anything, offer any sacrifice of any one of your irritating neighbours, just to be able to get some other song stuck in your head for a few hours so that you weren't repeating this one on and on and on and on and....


follow-up and shameless self-promotion

as promised, the caustic lounge will return on wednesday, september 26th, which is a significant date in that it's actually the first day i'll be spending in my m---herf--king forties. how did this even happen? quite honestly, i still kind of behave like a university student. i still haven't turned into the reactionary prude that my high school political science teacher told me i would have to be if i wanted to be considered fully adult. i still sometimes wear black lipstick outside the house. how on earth can i be nearly forty??? well, nonetheless, it does seem to be gaining on me and those who've passed that mysterious boundary promise me that the forties are superior in every way to the thirties. so in order to celebrate this somewhat inaccurate increment of time, i'll be playing music for all and then toasting myself, hopefully with pumpkin ale, and getting all squiffy. and you're invited. just stop by and wish me luck in aging and i'll be your loyal friend forever. i'll even help you hide bodies, as long as i don't have to hide them anywhere particularly gross. more details next week, for certain. 

although i've let it lie fallow a couple of weeks, "a definable moment in time" will be returning this week and continuing on from there. thanks very much to those who've taken the time to read it and send me suggestions/ feedback. it means a great deal to me. 

in addition, there may be a new publication in the works in the near future. stay tuned for updates. 

before i went away, i had promised a review of products from guerlain's sumptuous fall collection. unfortunately, i didn't have time to do the requisite swatches and, since i can only really do proper swatching on the weekends [because i can never get myself organised enough to do it on weekday mornings], that's set us back a bit. this week, i promise. and yes... it's worth waiting for. here's a quick peek at guerlain fall 2012 in action: 

guerlinade...
kitteh of the week

i missed my little furbabies so much while i was traveling that it kept me awake at night, wondering why there were no warm, purring bodies close to me. the fact that dom sent me regular images like this is the only reason why there wasn't more bloodshed. 



thanks for reading! as always, more to come soon!

12 September 2012

making faces :: the allure of anastasia

it's so easy to fall into a rut. you go through places where you normally admire all the pretty things and you stick to those areas that are familiar and somehow they leave you feeling unfulfilled. and then one day, you wander just a little astray and you come in contact with something magical that piques your interest, arouses your passion, begs you to embrace it. or at least put it on your eyelids.

this is what happened to me in a recent trip to sephora, when i stopped to swatch some of the eye shadow duos from anastasia, known chiefly for their brow grooming products, something which, i'll admit, i don't invest in. [since i stopped dyeing my hair black, my eyebrows have been very lonely and unattended. i'll pluck a few weeds from the garden, but that's really it.] but as soon as i touched the soft shades of "my bedford", i knew that i had found something truly special from a company i knew relatively little about.

"my bedford" is, if i'm being totally honest, a combination of colours that would look stunning on ladies with deep brown eyes. yes, i'm fond of plum-type shades, but the fact is that while they might look nice enough on me, they really pump up the volume on the rich tones of brown. consider this my moment of jealousy towards all you brown-eyed lovelies.

the two colours are incredibly rich and smooth in pigmentation and blend together seamlessly. the first shade is a peachy neutral with a sheen that's a little deep for a highlight on me, but looks amazing on the lids. it's the sort of colour that brightens and "wakes up" your eyes. i think it would work well on its own for a very natural sort of look.

natural light
with flash
there are similar shades out there, although none i could find that exactly duplicated it. the lighter side of chanel's "sable emouvante" duo is deeper and more orange. urban decay's "sin" is pinker.

l to r [natural light] :: chanel sable emouvante, my bedford, urban decay sin
l to r [with flash] :: sable emouvante, my bedford, urban decay sin

the true superstar here, though, is the deeper shade. it's an intense, truly intense currant-y purple, lighter than a real eggplant shade but in the same range. it has a definite sheen that reflects a little bit more pink than the base. what can i say? these sorts of velvety rich, aristocratic, decadent purples own my heart. 


natural light
with flash
in terms of comparisons, i was certain that i had about six or seven duplicates, but as it turns out... nothing even particularly close. mac "nocturnelle" is lighter and pinker and has feeble colour payoff in comparison [to be fair, it works better on the eyelid]. le metier de beaute "fig" was closer, but is deeper and browner. mac "star violet" is lighter and looks kind of orange in comparison.

l to r [natural light] :: mac nocturnelle, my bedford, lmdb fig, mac star violet
l to r [with flash] :: mac nocturnelle, my bedford, lmdb fig, mac star violet
the duo was so lovely and so easy to work with that i felt i must be dreaming and, indeed, there was one aspect of use that pulled me back to earth. unfortunately, while the paler shade performs like a trouper, the deeper shade, that lust-inducing purple, has some serious fading issues, even applied over a primer. within two to three hours, it's a much meeker shadow of its former self and after eight, it's really no more than a nondescript contour. it starts out so wonderfully that it's really disappointing to see such a faltering performance.

i will say that the price of $30 per duo makes it easier to forgive this flaw, because that puts the duo at roughly the same price as a single shadow from chanel or nars and still less than a duo from mac. the colour selection from anastasia is limited, but impeccably curated- each duo and palette is exceptionally beautiful and the quality seems consistent throughout. they also boast skin care benefits, but since i can't commit to wearing one brand every day [cue insane cackling], i can't really comment on those. [perilously pale theorised that her shadows disappeared quickly on first use because her lids were soaking up all the benefits... that works for me.]

so here's a quick look featuring "my bedford", which is also an oddity for me, because it features super-light lips, not something that i do that often... not sure that these photos make me inclined to do it more often, although it is a sort of look that i quite enjoy, when i tire of my signature "neutral eyes, dark lips" thing...

the base
marcelle beauty balm "light/ medium"
gosh liquid concealer "light"
lush colour supplement "jackie oates"

eyes
anastasia e/s duo "my bedford" [shimmering light peach, rich aubergine plum]
makeup forever concealer pencil "light/ medium"
benefit bad gal mascara

cheeks
mac blush ombre "springshine"* [light tan]
mac mineralize skinfinish "perfect topping"* [pearly beige]

lips
mac l/s "outminxed"* [semi-sheer sparkling gold]

*suggested alternates :: springshine = benefit hoola [deeper, browner]; perfect topping = edward bess south of france [lighter, pinker]; outminxed = mac gel

anastasia products are available at sephora.


10 September 2012

sign language

aside from taking pictures of the lovely scenery and all, which everyone does, i always like to grab some images of things that look memorable in other ways...



in some areas of the country, the average weight is a little higher than normal. so they've apparently adjusted the bathroom icon to make people feel a little better. 


just after walking through this door, i was given protective goggles to wear, because the areas that we'd be looking at included one where bottles had been known to randomly blow up. also, i was told i couldn't take pictures, because the work involved potentially explosive levels of ethanol. they apparently have odd standards for "friendly". 


this banner depicts the legend of the town of st. gallen, which apparently involves a monk whose companion was a bear. i believe the large panel in the middle depicts the point at which the bear realised that he was a lot bigger and stronger and head gnarly claws and teeth and decided to kill and eat the monk while he was praying. i believe the town motto is "just don't mess with bears". 


at least they gave the saviour top billing...


i'd rate him as more than 3 stars.


the two often go together.


these signs are ubiquitous throughout the country. apparently in switzerland, it is strictly forbidden to blue.


i was told it reads "this way to slug heaven", which coincidentally, is also one of my personal hells. 


this sign has no business on the inside of the door of the women's toilet.


i fell behind our group taking this photo and when i caught up and explained i'd been trying to get a shot of the leprechaun, no one knew what the heck i was talking about. so it was about normal for me. 


the elevator panel from a building in zurich. i was too scared to find out if going to floor -1 would send me to an alternate dimension. 


shop sign of the only person in switzerland who is not uncomfortably obsessed with time. 


no, this isn't creepy at all. moving on...


the forest sprites apparently have the fashion sense of florida seniors...



"thank wotan it's friday" is a big deal in appenzell, apparently...


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