Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Shaye Saint John: Hello Again!

Shaye Saint John is one of those people (yes, I will be referring to her as a person) whose inspiration touches nearly everything I do. Shaye is a reminder that anything and everything can be pushed further. She is also proof that internet fame is only a mannequin and thrift store away.


Shaye Saint John is a physically and mentally crippled actress and model. She was allegedly in a car accident that disfigured her, prompting her to reconstruct her body with old mannequin parts. She began to gain momentum online in about 2005 via YouTube, MySpace and her personal website. Shaye amused, shocked and terrified viewers with disjointed, low-fi home videos and images of her unusual lifestyle. From haunted yard sales to illness due to expired diet drops, every frame of Shaye's life was wracked with insanity. There are no normal characters to serve as an anchor to reality, either. Shaye's only companions are soiled, defaced baby dolls. The videos are so clean that they could be played for children; just make sure they aren't children that you have to put in bed.

The videos were made even more bizarre by tacky, cheap editing. Badly rendered 3D images paired with poor quality video created a feeling that the footage was much older. Something that had been forgotten and locked away for years. As cliche as it sounds, these videos were far before their time; they pre-date the Tumblr/Tim and Eric aesthetic that has become so common as of late.
Shaye's popularity grew, and her world became a culture. Fans began to recognize and use her catchphrases, as well as accept the unique fixtures of her universe as normal. She even released a DVD, 'The Triggers Compilation,' which I have seen and personally recommend.


Shaye's persona spread to every corner of social networking. She eventually established a sort of brand, although it isn't clear whether this was intended or not. Mutilated dolls, overly-retouched faces, retro computer imagery; it all became synonymous with Shaye Saint John.

I would love nothing more than to completely demystify Shaye and reveal the man behind the curtain. Sadly, the man behind the curtain is dead. Eric Fournier, the creator (and perhaps portrayer) of Shaye Saint John passed away in 2010. To everyone's surprise, Fournier's drug of choice was alcohol, and he ultimately died of gastrointestinal bleeding. Not only has Shaye's legacy not ended, but it has become even more bizarre. After Fournier's death, friends and colleagues continue to protect the mystique and mystery surrounding Shaye Saint John. In the short biographical film 'Trigger Happy,' personal friend Carl Crew claims that Shaye was real. She was allegedly hit by a train, taken to a military hospital and submitted to CIA mind control experiments for months.

"There was some incident that happened that was so scary, that Eric decided not to work with her anymore. There was somebody in the CIA that arrived and helped her away from the negative elements within the CIA that wanted to nail her. They offered her the ability to escape. They offered Eric some help in exchange for arranging for the concept that he was going to be Shaye. That all evidence would point to him having played Shaye, so Shaye could disappear into the witness protection program." - Carl Crew, 'Trigger Happy'



In a way, I am glad that the backstory on Shaye is so convoluted and hard to follow. I am glad that Fournier's friends are telling (what I believe to be) lies. As the saying goes, you can dissect a frog to see how it works, but the frog will die. I have to wonder if a video of Fournier explaining his art and showing how it all works would kill the magic. Maybe it is better for everyone if we allow ourselves to wonder how much of Shaye is comedy schtick, and how much is a manifestation of Fournier's tortured soul. Or maybe, just maybe, Shaye Saint John is living a quiet life in Bulgaria, working at a call center. "Hello again!"

Shaye's personal website lives on at shayesaintjohn.net. Be warned, it is a very noisy website, so mind your volume.

Wednesday, August 7, 2013

"Cleaver? I barely knew her!"

More "experimental" jewelry, just in time for Halloween.
Or just for grocery shopping.
Or maybe your friend's nautical-themed wedding next spring.


The cleaver ring, by Brazilian jeweler Raul Souza, is handmade from sterling silver and recycled wood.

Check him out at RaulSouza.com.br and on Etsy.


Tuesday, July 30, 2013

Dentata Couture

Bangle bracelets and combs handmade from real dentures. From what I hear, they may or may not be USED dentures (thoroughly cleaned, of course.)

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They are a bit on the pricey side, presumably due to the cost of materials and intense labor, but a good value if you're into accessorizing with... you know... dental prosthetics.

Despite my mixed feelings when I saw this on TV, I've decided that I like it. In fact, I'd like to see this expand into a full collection with rings, statement necklaces, etc etc.

Check them out at ConcaveOblivion on Etsy, and keep your intrusive sister and/or mother out of your jewelry box. FOREVER.

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Thursday, June 6, 2013

Midori


The movie is called Shōjo Tsubaki. For those of us Americans who don't fancy ourselves bilingual, it is called Maiden Camellia or Midori. For our purposes today, it is Midori.
Midori was made in 1992 by Hiroshi Harada, as a film adaptation of Mr. Arashi’s Amazing Freak Show, a manga by Maruo Suehiro. Unable to find sponsors due to the subject matter (oh, don't worry, I'll get to that,) Harada invested his life savings into Midori, only to have it banned due to graphic imagery deemed illegal in Japan (ILLEGAL in JAPAN? Yes. Don't worry, I'll get to it...)
Midori is considered to be an ero guro work. Ero guro is an art movement originated from Japan in the 1930s. The style is based around physical deformations, missing limbs and generally horrific-looking figures.


Oh, yeah. By the way, that happened.

Anyways, Midori is the tale of a young girl who is left with no family members to care for her. She gets mixed up in a family of circus freaks who travel from town to town, performing to make a living. Throughout the story, things seem to unravel, come together, and fall apart again, keeping both Midori and the viewer on a rollercoaster of "What is going on, and how am I supposed to feel about it?"
The ero guro element is not heavily abused. Graphic scenes are actually few and far between, and when they hit, they hit hard. These scenes range from rats eating a dead woman's vagina, to a giant wave of Asian black magic that expands and contorts victims bodies beyond recognition. The way that Harada is able to represent these scenes in such a cartoonish way is incredible, and in a strange way, perversely beautiful.

Midori straddles many lines and is smart about its schticks. It employs shock, horror, gore and viscera, but relies on none. They complement the less intense moments, making Midori's adventure not only sad, but deeply psychologically disturbing. Here is the bottom line: This movie isn't just for anime fans. I have enjoyed it twice despite my almost complete lack of interest in the anime genre. The storyline and concepts are so rich that it is irrelevant what style it was drawn in, or what language its in. The movie's reception in itself demonstrates that it impacts everyone similarly, regardless of culture or background.
By no means is this a feel good movie. It is a tragic tale that ends with false hope and an uncertain future. But if you're looking for something new and have a high tolerance for the bizarre, Midori may be exactly what you need. Try YouTube or torrents. I can promise you, it isn't on Netflix.


"Strange things happen in the night
During the day, arrows fly
A contagious disease lurks in the shadows
In the afternoon, it becomes fatal
But you have nothing to fear"

Monday, June 3, 2013

Cult Watch 2013: Duvamis

Do you ever log into Facebook, sigh, and say "I love Facebook, but I need more excitement. I need new age nutcases, I want to feel like I am in a cult." Have no fear, Duvamis is here.
Last night, I was browsing YouTube videos, as I often do. I usually skip ads the second I'm allowed, but this time was different. This time, I had to see what their angle was...



Throughout the ad, I wondered if this was a movie with a clever marketing campaign. I wondered if it was an insurance company. I wondered if it was going to end up being something silly and frivolous like Doritos or Mountain Dew. Nope. The ad ended without a twist, and I was asked to visit Duvamis.com. I was overcome by burning temptation.
The site greets you with a bare bones splash page, demanding that you log in or sign up. Fully aware that I may be recruited and brainwashed to serve a celestial overlord, I went in. I made an account, clicked my activation link, and logged in.

Duvamis is a social networking site that operates on a digital version of multiple personality disorder. Users are asked to create multiple "virtual visions," which serve as your anonymous identity on the site. I proceeded to create my own virtual vision named Twiggy Gemini. You are allowed to add a title, description and media attachment for your virtual vision. Mine was left blank, as I don't drink poison Kool-Aid.

Aside from your profile, there are various tabs that allow you to navigate the community. Duniverse serves as a bulletin board for all activity, while Virtual Visions shows other users. Duviknow is a forum for questions, full of people red-flagging the site as a cult, people asking profound philosophical questions, and innocent folks simply asking "What the fuck?"

Despite Duvamis' best efforts, the site largely appears to be cesspool of pop culture waste. Spiritual inquiries are mixed in with Mariah Carey leaving American Idol and drivel about Zachary Quinto's blue hair.
The final notable feature of the site is their time measurement. Yes, Duvamis has its own time. Below, I am pasting a translation directly from their site. I. Shit. You. Not.

"Cycle is the analog of social years from starting the astral media.
Circus is the analog of social days from starting the astral media.
Versor is the analog of social hours from starting the astral media.
Temp is the analog of social minutes from starting the astral media.
Seldi is the analog of social seconds from starting the astral media."


Is Duvamis a scam? Not at all. Users don't pay a cent. Is Duvamis a cult? The jury is still out. Is Duvamis the product of a new age spiritualist combining forces with a computer programmer to create the weirdest and most unique social network in existence? It looks that way.
It is free, quick and easy to sign up, and fairly entertaining. I totally recommend it if you have time to kill.

Seriously, though. Don't drink the Kool-Aid.