Thursday, May 24, 2012


Two years ago, I did something I’d wanted to do for years, but had never worked up the guts to do.  I went to ZombieCon.

For those of you who have managed to never turn on an electrical device until just now (in which case, I’m so sorry my little blog is what will initiate you into the terrifying world of technology), ZombieCon is a costumed celebration of zombies.  No, not actual zombies. (yet… teehee?). It’s silly. It’s fun. It’s messy. It’s a party. That about sums it up.

I’ve loved zombies and horror movies my whole life, so attending this event was a real treat for me, especially since I’ve been trying to rally some hordes to accompany me for years to no avail.  But not that year.  I had a gaggle of ghoulish friends fiends who were willing to grin and bear it.  It was like going to Cinderella’s ball* - I was able to don my grisliest gown, cake myself in fake blood and latex scars, rat my hair to high hell and just have fun. 

*(N.B. That allusion actually isn’t too far from the goriness of Grimm’s original retellings.  The step-sisters end up cutting off their feet to fool the prince into thinking the magical tiny slipper was actually one of theirs. I hope I didn’t just ruin some childhood joy for you.  Or whatever.)

I even did something that was quite out of character – I took part in a “zombie walk” competition… and won third place!  It felt good to do something without fear. 
Note to self: When given a gift certificate to Halloween Adventure (woot!)
as a prize, it's ok to step out of character.  And not ok to ignore the pervert
to your left trying to grab your ass.

Well, ok.  I didn’t do it without fear.  I’m actually surprised that I didn’t start vomiting real bile right there on stage.  Which might have won me first place.  Hm…

But I digress.  Basically, once it was all over, it felt good to be recognized for doing something well and doing it on my own... even if that something was blankly staring at the ceiling while drooling and limping across the stage at Le Poisson Rouge.
I was lucky that night at ZombieCon.  I was able to take pride in an internal accomplishment – (yes, I know that it was just a zombie walk competition… just let me run with this).  But does that mean I’m going to give another go at the upcoming ZombieCrawl (shameless plug)

Now reflecting on that heart-stopping but still thrilling experience, I wonder something about the concept of zombie lore - in its present “artistic” state, anyhow.  There seems to be a real focus among many folks of late (whatever that means) to gather en masse to celebrate or make any showing of force.  Not to say that this is incorrect, or ineffective, or negative in any way, shape or form.  It’s just striking that the need to collectively rise is matching a huge trend in zombie fandom.  Particularly because I was always under the impression that the massive throngs of mindless mashing monsters in these undead depictions were the ones to be feared.  And feared with disgust.

I can’t help but wonder where that disgust is supposed to lie now.  Is it in the fear of monsters?  The fear of masses?  The fear of alienation?  The fear of simply being alone? 
I’ll confess, I’m leaning toward that last one.  Especially how it relates to individual accountability.  Because as I wonder if I can summon the spirit to attend another event, I realize that it’s not because I’m afraid of being alone in a crowd.  It’s that I’m disgusted with myself for being afraid at all.

Saturday, May 05, 2012

Killing Spree

Who would have thought that April showers would bring May flowers… of horror!
There’s so much to do and see right now, you’ll likely wear your feet to oozing stumps trying to take it all in. But if you’re anything like me, a little bloodshed is hardly going to stop you.

So here’s my latest menu of events to degust with disgust.

Today! (and coming up)

This very afternoon at 4 PM, I’ll be attending quite a mysterious little show called Speakeasy Dollhouse.

Quoting directly from their website:

“A true tale of bootlegging, mafia, infidelity, and murder set in Prohibition-era New York City. The speakeasy is our dollhouse and the actors are our dolls.
This is an immersive event. Each guest will be assigned a name and role. We encourage you to explore. Unlocked doors (or revolving bookshelves) should be entered. Ignore the advice your parents gave you as children, be nosy and talk to strangers.”

I’m not quite sure what to say about it just yet, as I don’t know really what to expect.  I do know enough to say that I’m giddily excited!

[Check back in a couple of days for a review!]

While it might be a little late to make it to this performance, there’s still plenty of time to catch the four remaining shows.  I’d still buy tickets, post haste, though.

Speakeasy Dollhouse

Remaining performances:
Monday, May 7th @ 7:30 PM
Saturday, June 2nd @ 4 PM
Monday, June 4th @ 7:30 PM

$20 - $30

A Secret Location
102 Norfolk Street
New York, NY 10002
United States

WEEGEE :: Murder Is My Business
Ongoing (closes September 21st)

If your pulse is racing after Speakeasy Dollhouse and you still have a yen for some old-timey murder mystery, I recommend you hop on the nearest trolley uptown to catch this macabre exhibit at the International Center of Photography.  From their website:

"Legendary photojournalist and newspaper freelancer of the 1930s and 1940s, Weegee has made his fame capturing gruesome murder scenes and high-profile court drama. After a brief and miserable time as a Hollywood paparazzi, Weegee returned to New York, to the corpses and cops he liked better than celebrities. His incredible crime photography as well as 'environmental recreations of Weegee's apartment and exhibitions' are on view at the International Center of Photography."

International Center of Photography
1133 6th Avenue (near 42nd St)
New York, NY 10036

NOTE: MAY 7–17: THE MUSEUM GALLERIES ARE CLOSED FOR INSTALLATION. (Sorry - just found that out mysefl!)


Tuesday–Wednesday: 10 am–6 pm

Thursday–Friday: 10 am–8 pm

Saturday–Sunday: 10 am–6 pm

Closed: Mondays

General Admission: $12
Students and Seniors (with valid ID): $8
Voluntary Contribution Fridays 5–8 pm

DANS LE NOIR :: Dinner in the Dark

For those of you who are afraid of the dark and are really craving a taste of spooky, Dans Le Noir is serving up a delightful dish... or dishes, rather.  Here's a little taste in their website's own words:

"You are about to live an unbelievable experience: eating and drinking in the pitch dark.

If this idea seems to be a little strange at first, it is that by suppressing the dominant sense of sight, we each enter a world where we are uncertain of our surroundings and experiences.  With the help of our blind guides you are going to completely re-evaluate the notions of taste and smell through our gastronomic and pedagogical process.

Our food, mostly organic, is based on first quality ingredients, making this experience as interesting and tasty as possible. Just choose one of our 4 surprise menus."

I plan on making my reservations for some time soon.  I'd say I hope to see you there, but that would be missing the point, no?

246 W 38th Street
New York, NY 10018
(212) 575-1671


And speaking of things to do in the dark (asides from the obvious... no! I don't mean experimenting with Bloody Mary), here's an experience not to be missed:

"Lose your senses—one of them, anyway—at this exhibit housed at South Street Seaport. The premise is fairly simple: Participants walk through a completely darkened space (led by a blind or visually impaired guide), which has been filled with sounds and smells unique to New York City (no word yet on whether that awful manhole stink is included)."

South Street Seaport
11 Fulton Street
New York, NY 10038

Thursday: 10:00 AM- 7:00 PM
Friday: 10:00 AM-9:00 PM
Saturday: 10:00 AM-9:00 PM
Sunday: 10:00 AM- 7:00 PM

Tickets range from $36 - $31 (depending on the day of the week and age)

NYC ZOMBIE CRAWL :: 6th Annual Springtime Crawl
Sunday, May 27th 

Last, but certainly not least...

I don't think I need to say more.  It's a zombie crawl, my friends.  Fuck ya.

Check out the organization's website (link below) for locations and times and other relevant info (this year's crawl will be based in Brooklyn).  It's looking like it's going to be quite the carnival of carnage!

That's all for now, my lovelies - I'm chomping at the bit to get ready for Speakeasy Dollhouse.
I just hope I don't end up playing the victim... Or do I?  
(Ahahaha! I slay me sometimes.)