An all around excellent shot. 

All images pillaged from eBay.

I couldn’t easily find any info about William-Adolphe Bouguereau’s Dante And Virgil In Hell but I’m enjoying it!

This is Stephen Thompson, a NY model who my friend describes as me on evil juice. I concur. Where can I find some evil juice to make this transformation happen?

And I stole these from the site of Paola De Grenet, maker of stunning and original images. Found via sprayblog.net  

Lucifer by Franz von Stuck - Hitler’s favorite artist - go figure! (German, 1863-1928)And here’s a song for it.

And I like that. These two works from Richard Telles Fine Art here in LA.

And I would buy more of them on ebay if they weren’t so much. For now I just collect the pictures.

It’s possibly the best thing they’re ever stocked. They’re selling out everywhere. (They don’t seem to have them online.) They also have a  nice skull/crescent-moon hanging decoration for $15 (available online).  Store locations

I found it on the way back to LA from San Francisco, I took the scenic coastal route (10 hours), and drove by this Halloweeny fantasy while getting lost in Santa Cruz. It’s called the Weeks House and was built in 1886. There’d recently been a fire (links to atricle) in the back and I thought the place was abandoned but I wanted to see the inside so I shot photos through the windows until I got around to the side and realized there was someone still living in part of it. See more of the house, and the trip, on my Flickr pages - including my sporadic, semi-live, phonecam feed.

Here’s a well done, totally creepy interactive experience from Adam Frank Incorporated. You enter a space that seems to contain a person who is casting shadows like yourself, but is invisible. If you stay still the shadow person will try to merge with you in a gesture emulating hugging/strangling. My suggestion, reverse the effect so you enter the space and then your shadow leaves your body - it’d be more “Peter Pan,” less “I want your soul.” It would also help if this was set somewhere other than what looks to be a prison courtyard.

Poke here to visit Prairie Haunts.

Last night I was at the Hollywood Forever cemetery for the launch party of a ridiculously violent Xbox game, Gears of War. So I’m in the mausoleum sipping my “Green Emulsion,” a cocktail named after a substance found in the game, and people are lining the corridors on sheet-covered furniture frantically killing each other - “press the B button to use your chainsaw!” - and the whole time I’m thinking about the other dead people, the ones resting inches away from these gamers.

Louise Leith Wittier (1853-1917) has a great view of the action. She never lived to see a black and white TV, could she have comprehended her final resting place would host a party for a video game about killing heavily armed monsters named for a biblical plague? I take a picture, then notice it’s none other than Kevin Federline cozied up next to her. The DJ plays “Staying Alive” and the bass throbs and I’m thinking her dusty remains have got to be shifting around in there – almost like they were dancing I could say, or would “turning over in her graveâ€? be more accurate?