Eileen Maksym's Blog, page 22

In Memory of a Moth

Click the above image for more photographs by Carmichael Collective.  Hat tip Who Killed Bambi.

Bad Banana

Click on the image for more disturbingly wacky banana sculptures by Keisuke Yamada. Hat tip Who Killed Bambi.

Flora Resurrection

(Video by Sean Steininger.  Hat tip Beautiful/Decay)

There’s a shop in Harvard Square that sells plants.  When I lived in Cambridge, I went in one day, and told the sales attendant that I was looking for a very rare plant.

What plant is that, he asked me.

“A plant I cannot kill.”

I have a jet-black thumb.  A black hole black thumb.  My father can coax purple organic corn from the swamp and sand of southwest Florida.  I can’t keep a single shoot of bamboo alive.

The plant guy sold me a pothos plant, which I managed to not kill for many years, even after two days in a boiling hot car when we moved from Boston to Chicago.  It was finally slayed by my cat Jane, who was steadfast in eating all its leaves, no matter where I put it.

Clearly I need a Rose of Jericho.  I wonder if it withstands cats as well as it withstands drought…

Hotheaded

Surreal photography by Kyle Thompson.  Click on the image for more.  Hat tip Who Killed Bambi.

Whole New Meaning of “Come Hither”

(Hat tip Who Killed Bambi)

Monsters get old, too

(This image is part of a project called Horror Vacui by photographer Federico Chiesa.  Hat tip Who Killed Bambi)

I’ve found myself saying the phrase “Oh my god, he/she is so old!” a lot recently.  I say it when I see pictures of friends I haven’t seen in forever, an interview with a much beloved actor who was in that movie I loved as a kid, or a press conference with President Obama.  I think it shocks me so much because in my head, I am still in my twenties.  I’m still a “young lady.”  And everything else is supposed to stay just as eternal as I am.  Seeing those images only highlight how much I am lying to myself.

Everybody ages.  If our horror icons were real people, then they would age, too.  What we love, what we fear, it all ages, changes, disintegrates, and yesterday’s slasher is today’s old man shuffling along behind a walker.

It’s a hard truth.  And never harder than looking in the mirror and saying it to yourself.

“Oh my god, I’m so old.“

Everyday phantoms

We are all ghosts in our own lives.

(Photograph by Alexey Titarenko. Hat tip Who Killed Bambi)

Barbie Was Born That Way

 

(Hat tip Who Killed Bambi)

Loved to Death

I had a friend Rachel in college who had a doll, named Dolly, that her mother made from a pattern printed on the fabric.  Her mom bought four copies , and every time Rachel wore one out, her mother would make the next incarnation.  The doll my friend had at college was Dolly number three, and she was beat up, worn out, and one mistaken ride in the washing machine from just falling apart completely.  Rachel said that once Dolly III fell apart, her mom would make Dolly IV, which Rachel would then have with her for the rest of her life.

Sometimes I wish there were other brand new Eileen patterns in a drawer somewhere, ready to be sewn up, all good and new, when I fall apart.

Flirting with Death

Take it ALL off!  (Hat tip: Who Killed Bambi)