From the Basement of Inner Space…
Posted by Mark Allen on 01 Aug 2006 | Tagged as: Random Posts
Regular readers of this page can never forget, but for those of you who have not yet experienced this peculiar subculture of apprehensively-lovable but embracingly-nightmarish chameleons – please meet the “gals” of MaskOn.com. Just imagine your great uncle had a secret thing for Ed Gein dress-up. Horror? What horror? Think beauty, glamour and wish fulfillment. Why just look at the expressions on these girl’s faces! John Waters has said of his early films that he always loved filming Divine in nature, because it just looked so “wrong.” Here’s more outdoor splendor. Why not look inconspicuous at your next White House gala? Or your kid sister’s next slumber party? Sporting looks even. Skiing anyone? Ohh… who’s that hiding in the closet? Not me! I’m not afraid! Speaking of, how does this fare in more public, family-oriented atmospheres? Of course outdoor use is practical too, as the device makes the perfect swimsuit – stop wading in the kiddie pool and take a dip in the danger zone! Here’s an Eadweard Muybridge-style slideshow of Caryn getting into herself (Java must be enabled, click ‘Next slide’). Here’s another transformation “reveal.” Here’s another lovely series. Speaking of “lovely,” are they? Well some actually kind of are, in their own weird way. From the rather realistic and stunning to pure cartoon, or even involved in drama. Eeegghh. Others, it’s harder to tell what’s up. If you’d like a mask or body suit, by all means check out Kerry’s massive store and service (explore the site for squeeky oodles of stuff). Oh and be sure to scroll to the very bottom of this page to see Kerry baking one of her own heads… er, masks in the oven (thanks Gregory!) Here are lots of other resources. Look deep outside yourself and let us see the inner you…
Oh, dear god…
I thought I’d seen everything.
You hear jokes about mimes and clowns
being scary, but Christ on a popsicle-stick,
those masks are a hundred-billion times
more unsettling than greasepaint.
It reminds me of an episode of an old horror-
anthology series (maybe Tales from the Crypt)
where a guy was trapped in a house with a
homicidal child-sized doll. When he finally
confronted it, the thing’s “beauty-mask”
cracked open to reveal a hideously deformed
face underneath.
This is no Uncanny Valley phenomenon.
This is pure evil.
I have a reoccurring nightmare that starts with me in the refrigerated meat section at my local supermarket. I can hear the distinct sound of jostling meat packages. My nose begins to pickup the overbearing scent of Tabu perfume. As I look to my right, I notice a charcoal colored leather glove sifting through the meat packages sealed in Styrofoam and saran wrap. Slowly I scan my head upward when suddenly I lock eyes with Rita Chante!
Terrified, I make a run for it! Through the electric doors I go and into the bare parking lot. I head down to the nearest subway station hurdle over the turnstiles and just barely, I make it into the departing subway car. Panting hunched over, gripping my kneecaps my fear subsides, and relief sets in. Then as I erect my body and separate my eyelids, I see Delores! Claudia! And Jean-Françoise! Evelyn! Misty G! And Caryn (That slut)! They all begin to cackle loudly in unison as I slowly take steps backward preparing my escape. I turn blindly and run smack dab into awaiting pleathery arms. I struggle to get free to no avail. I glance up only to see the freakishly tilted head of one Ms. Rita Chante! I scream in terror and then I awake from this horrible heart-pounding nightmare scoping my room frantically. Yes, to my relief it is always just a nightmare.
Oh.
My.
God.
In my opinion, they are more beautiful than real women… 🙂
Is this any scarier?
http://www.anytimecostumes.com/costumes/mskp.html
Eyeholes can sometimes contain things…
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