nostalgia

One Man’s Dream (Part 1)

  • January 11, 2018
One Man’s Dream (Part 1)

It was somewhere in Columbia, Pennsylvania, near the Susquehanna River, when I remember watching “The Skeleton Dance,” and “Night On Bald Mountain.” I don’t know if I was sitting on the floor or living room sofa, but I remember dancing skeletons, flying demons, and swirling ghosts all around us.

Memory is a tricky mechanism. Still, I chuckle as I recall that soon after my mother left my dad she became woefully obsessed over his bi-weekend, 80s horror movie marathons with me and my stepsister. As if an animated, satanic alternative was somehow more Christian. Though, one could argue, watching Jason Voorhees smash a coed’s face through a bathroom mirror with such force it embossed the adjoining, aluminum trailer wall in Friday the 13th part… whatever… does leave an impression on a young mind. Read more

It’s a Dangerous Game

  • March 25, 2017
It’s a Dangerous Game

Once upon a November in 2011, I was dating Syn Nik. No, that’s not the name on her birth certificate but one adopted to keep her true name employable as she embodies a dark duality.

On one side, she’s the remarkable makeup artist you want to hire for your wedding, corporate headshot, or mission critical editorial photoshoot. The other side revels in debauchery, appreciates the beauty in darkness, and is the alternative stylist you want to paint you as the envy of the next gothic ball.

Unfortunately, neither side can live in the same professional space. (I’m sure Hillary wouldn’t have hired “Syn” lol) Hence… the pseudonym. She taught me the value of a second identity… but I’m eternally stupid as this post reveals my alter in all his eyeliner glory. Read more