Friends, Makeup

Makeup Thursday: Edwardian Ball!

Emma bought us tickets to the Edwardian Ball for my birthday, because she is the awesomest friend EVAR.  I was going to bring my camera to her house to get all dolled up and take fantastic picture, but what with the 20 pounds of makeup, miscellaneous corsets, petticoats, bustle, 3 pairs of potential boots to wear… I forgot. So you get shitty iphone photos!!! My apologies.

4I was going for circus girl/broken doll. With purple hair because I wasn’t about to deal with a wig. It would have looked better blonde, I think, but the purple will not be denied! Em used some flat-iron crimping technique of madness and it became an entirely new substance, unrelated to anything resembling “hair.”



I have no idea what makeups I used– we were in a frenzy getting ready. Definitely the Urban Decay Alice in Wonderland palette, and Kryolan Aquacolor in copper. The liquid liner is, ironically, Wet ‘n’ Wild because I actually REALLY like it.


17Em is some sort of Victorian ethereal fairy princess. I have never used the word “ethereal” so much in my life as I did that night! She’s so freaking pretty it’s just stupid. People look at my wedding pictures and they’re like “LOOK AT YOUR BEAUTIFUL BRIDESMAID!”



Here we are getting ready to leave– Cliff took pictures of us and it was like when you go to prom or halloween and have to pose for your family first.  Except we weren’t surly about it.



Here I am, ruining everything as usual.



Emma communing with a waxen skull. She’s very deep. And ethereal.



Obligatory bathroom selfie!



Emma made up her outfit of this crazy linen dress she had– it has these strange bustley panels. She wore it over a fantastic 80’s dress she converted to a skirt and then cinched it with her Dark Garden underbust corset. Hot mama. She also made her flower sculpture pieces about an hour before we left, because she is a badass like that.



I made my bustle skirt– I was rather proud of it. I have pictures of the process somewhere I ought to post– thing was a beast to figure out, as I wanted it to have a belt closure AND ruching AND ruffles

(AND I effed it up about 20 times but you can hardly tell so shhhh.)

I made the bolero wrap from the leftover fabric scraps. I would like to do more of these I think– next time I will make it wider, but I was pretty limited this go-round since I only had the tail end of the taffeta. You can’t see from here, but it connects in the back with cascading chains.



Emma the fairy queen! (ETHEREAL fairy queen!)



We are Fluevog twinsies!


We got some photos taken at the professional “photo booth” as well, so here’s some not-dark-and-terrible pictures.

Photos courtesy and all credit due to





It was a very kind and complimentary parking garage.



This is my tired face. Observe the unrestrained explosion of the substance formerly known as “hair.”



We stopped at IHOP (we really classed up the joint) and made off with fried foods at 2 am. Ethereal fairy princess was VERY excited about her mozzarella sticks.

Good night!

Makeup, New Stuff

Makeup Thursday! (doesn’t really have the same ring, does it?)

Due to some personal schedule changes, I have moved makeup day to Thursday. Which means all(iteration) is lost.


Alright I’ll stop.

In other news, we released the ONCE AND FUTURE HOODIE today. This is the newest addition to the IA Jacket line, and it’s  PURPLE (of course. Because it’s freaking royal!)  These took me nigh unto forever to design, and they are pretty wonderful, I have to say. So you should all go buy one, and then we can rumble across the plains together as a giant, sparkly stampede of glory.

In honor of this momentous event, today’s makeup is from the last Incandescent Armor photoshoot, the theme of which was (surprise) unicorns, rainbows, glitter and rocking out. It is shocking, I know.







Avast, ye scurvy dogs!




The Once and Future Hoodie has arrived…

(What else would it be?)
Introducing the newest addition to our Incandescent Armor Jackets: The Once and Future Hoodie! For space-age royalty only PLEASE, darling. Released in a limited run, with all the same fantastic features and fit of the IA Jacket family. Get on your high horse.

Unicorn Picture of the Day

Apparently my tastes hage changed very little since childhood. Rainbows! Ponies!


Unicorn Picture of the Day


Makeup Monday: Purple Pony


My Little Pony, My Little Pony…. who knows the song? No, not the current version, friendship is freaking magical or what have you. Yes, it’s the hour of crotchety “PONIES WERE BETTER IN MY DAY” grumbling. Hey, I’m 32 now, I’m entitled. And get off my lawn while you’re at it.

No, no, I don’t mean to hate. I’m glad ponies have been revived (because PONIES!) but I don’t like the new look. It’s this current trend of bigger eyes=moar cuter… where does it end, people? Let’s look at the evolution of the pony, shall we?


Generation 1! This is Applejack, circa 1982 (the year of my birth. Coincidence? I think not.)


Generation 2; Late 90’s. Nobody remembers these, according to the internet. They didn’t do well. Sad pony.


Generation 3! This is Applejack with a makeover, circa 2003ish. I like this generation, I have to say.


Egads! Applejack, what did they DO to you?! Generation 4, 2011 ish

The next generation can be called My Little Eyeballs.

Anyway, ranting aside, I loves me some My Little Pony. There was a terrible MLP movie that came out in the 80’s sometime featuring some nasty-pasty witch ladies who wanted to take over Ponyland so they created this horrible living purple slime monster called the Smooze. There’s a catchy little musical interlude in which they sail on waves of Smooze in their cauldron singing “Nothing can stop the Smooze” (spoiler alert: flutter ponies can stop the Smooze. Darn.)

SO. I was thinking ponies and smooze and here’s some makeup about that.

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Friends, Makeup

Makeup Monday (On a Tuesday): Happy Gothday to Me.

Makeup Monday has become Tardy Tuesday. Why? Because Monday was my birthday and I got to do what I want. Which included throwing a Gothday party for my inner teenager and I was too busy moping about dramatically to post pictures. So there. But now I have pictures of my birthday goth face AND bonus pictures of some other dramatic souls. I went a bit softer for this look; historically when I go goth I go all out– lots and lots of black–but then I see pictures of me and GAH! I think it makes my face too heavy, so I tried something with a bit more color. I know, heresy, but it’s red and purple so it’s ok.

I was a legit goth for a while in highschool; my parents actually bought me a dog-tag with my name on it for my spiked collar– they thought they were quite funny, I imagine. I, of course, huffed a lot about how they just didn’t GET IT.

Here are a few bits of evidence. I’m sure there’s more somewhere but let’s leave that to history. Note the dramatic black-and-white film, artsy double exposure, and gothy band posters. Yes, that was my room. I also covered the ceiling with tin foil– what of it?

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So what was it about being a goth? There’s something about being a teenager that is just perfect for the goth lifestyle. A sense of awkward uncertainty, coupled with massive self-centeredness and a grand flair for the dramatic. The boots, fishnets and trench coats made pretty fantastic armor; I always felt like such a badass lacing up my 20-hole boots (Fluevog Angels, if you were wondering).

Except I was kind of scared of everyone.

But dressing goth gave you an instant crew– all the other goth kids. I don’t actually recall even LIKING most of them that much, but we all needed protection, so we were bound together. My mother once asked me why, if I hated the “look at the weird kid” attention that my looks got me, why didn’t I just dress in a normal, inconspicuous way? Why did I “ask for it” if I didn’t want it? I didn’t have a good answer then, and I still don’t, though I no longer get mad and storm off about it. It would have been easier to just put on jeans and a t-shirt and blend in and be left alone… all I can say is that I tried that in freshman year and girls on the volleyball team were still monumentally mean and exclusive, so I basically said “fuck it” and went in the extreme opposite direction. If you’re not going to like or include me when I try to look like Suzie Highschool, then I’m going to become the opposite of that, and if that makes you uncomfortable, good. Fuck you and your popularity.

I never said it was particularly solid logic.

I wish I had my freshman and sophomore highschool pictures around. I have the exact same haircut in both, but in the first I’m blonde and wide-eyed in a white shirt; in the second the hair, lips, eyes and shirt are black and I’m smirking nastily. My dad used to keep them together in his wallet and call them “his two daughters”. Ha ha, Dad.

So many experiences as a teenager are firsts and thus monumental; just driving with friends feels like a music video. I cannot remember a time, before or since, that I ever enjoyed being in a car so much; the sense of freedom and inexpressible coolness it conveyed. Driving to the mall to go to Hot Topic was a joyous event worthy of folklore. Sitting at a coffee shop and drinking chai was an entire lifestyle. Playing pool at a bar that allowed high schoolers in until 6 was akin to being a god.  Even depression is a novelty; I really reveled in being sad– dare I say I enjoyed it? Can you still be depressed if you are loving it? I recall having such a grand sense of my own epic importance and infinite possibility– I felt like something huge just waiting to happen, tense and taut with expectation.

I don’t want to romanticize high school– it was socially and emotionally rough and I don’t miss it– but I did enjoy that period in my life. In a chaotic, romantic, seethingly emotional way, it was truly grand, and I would like to retain some of that sense of excitement and possibility, rather than slipping into a jaded, bored stagnation. To still be so excited about what we are becoming, rather than lamenting what we have lost or have not lived up to. So here’s to goths everywhere– I raise a glass of blood-red wine, light a clove cigarette, bow deeply and say… nice boots.


I actually smoked this whole clove in my photo-closet while taking these. It was a birthday present and tasted like teenagers. Now all my clothes smell funny and my mom is going to ask about it and I’m going to catch hell. Oh wait I’m a grown up now.
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Super-Goth Glamour Shots. My orange nails totally ruin everything.


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And a close-up of my eyes. Now I’m thinking I should have shaved my eyebrows and drawn them back on but I wasn’t quite ready for that level of commitment.

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And some party pictures. Goths don’t party, they convene and are alone together.


Hooray. Totally.


His ring is a bird skull that flips open to hold pills or poison and his necklace is bullets. Dreammmmmbooooooat!8

Look at this spooky bitch.

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I have no idea what’s going on here but it’s kind of awesome.


It’s my party and I’ll die if I want to!

Skull kissy-face.


Bad wigs a-go-go.


Pretty Jen.

We stole these from graves… just kidding it was Michael’s.roses

Ok that’s all. Have a spooky Tuesday.


Happy Birthday to Me!

Look what Tim Daniel and Josh Gowdy sent me. I am all a-flutter with the warm fuzzies. Despite having a DAMN COLD!


Happy Birthday to Me!