Now little Hans was always strange Wearing women’s underthings His father beat him but he wouldn’t change He ran off with a man one day Now his lingerie is all the rage In the black on every page His father proudly calls his name Down there in the Reeperbahn.
One day I will illustrate every single one of Tom Waits’ perfect, perfect songs.
Weird crappy sketch for a weird crappy mood – Hans from Tom Waits’ “Reeperbahn” again. I can’t tell if I love it or hate it. I like the colors and the expression. The anatomy is bizarre even for me and I can’t even begin to tell what the fuck is up with that background. I’ll just tell myself I was channeling Otto Dix as consolation.
Louisiana-based photographer Frank Relle captures the nighttime magic of New Orleans in his ongoing series New Orleans Nightscapes. He uses long exposures to capture the feeling of the powerful, haunting beauty throughout his hometown.
I’ll be putting the bulk of this under a ‘Read More’ for spoilers. So HERE IS YOUR MASSIVE SPOILER ALERT WARNING, SPOILERS AHEAD, IF YOU ARE SEATED IN THE FIRST FEW ROWS YOU WILL BE SPOILED, ETC. That said, my overall reaction to the book was fairly disappointed. After posting this I will be turning off my anonymous asks because after what happened with the Pandora paper mâchè/decoupage incident I know Anne Rice fans are not to be trusted. I am happy to entertain any polite discussion, and I am posting this to hopefully save other longtime fans who might be on the fence the time and the money. Without further ado here is my summation and reactions to the fuckery that is Prince Lestat. Trigger warning for mentions of rape, abuse, mutilation, and murder.
That first one, though. That is amazing. Louis is like “he’s not getting it.” And Daniel is smoking and thinking “JFC I HEAR YOU OKAY. I’m just thinking maybe you’re wrong.”
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