Tuesday, February 4, 2014
Why Don't You...
...fight off the winter blues by going all Gorey all of a sudden?
I mean, really - if this winter is going to persist in being so entirely vile, I think the only recourse is going to be to go find myself a really good old mink swing coat, grow out the beard, and wear all my rings at once. Makes perfect sense.
One of my joys, since our return from Parts Exotic, is that I've been reunited with my well-thumbed copies of the three Amphigoreys and their beloved cast of characters, from the unfortunate tots of Gashlycrumb to the Beastly Baby to that curious, nay ominous, sofa that caused so many carnally invidious problems one memorable weekend.
Wouldn't he have made a marvelous Blackglama model? As it is, the only other male participant I recall from that legendary campaign (I have nothing to say about it's more more recent, infinitely paler, incarnation) is Nureyev.
If you don't know Edward Gorey, you really owe it to yourself to immerse yourself for a while in his deeply perverse yet oddly touching universe, limned in black ink as uncompromising as (and every so often depicting) widow' weeds.