Wednesday, September 29, 2010

Monday, September 27, 2010

Hoodoo wrist


And another Dr John video... let the good time roll!



Thursday, September 23, 2010

Mireille et ses merveilles

Some time ago I did a swap with Mireille ( she makes the tiniest, cutest eye beads I've ever seen. I send her some stuff. You can see them on her blog.
Here's what she sent to me. The first photo is to give you an idea of the size of her beads... yep they are that tiny!



If you take a close look to my voodoo necklace, you can see three tiny eyes and a wolf tooth Mireille sent. And of course, they are some beads Sherry gave me, some from Lindsay, some from Lucie, some from Lucinda, some from Laurence, some from Suzanne..... One day I will detail all the beads and elements... I promise!

Here's another Dr John video. Wait 'til the end, he explains his necklace...




Saturday, September 18, 2010

before and after

Here comes the ever changing voodoo necklace!
So here it is as it was before




An after photo.


And how I wear it, with the round robin necklace.





The world of amulets and talismans is a fascinating one. I finished reading Desmond Morris "Body Guards" it's as good as Sheila Paine's book. I ordered two more books on the subject with less photos but more theory : the complete book of amulets and talismans and le livre des talismans et des amulettes. Can't wait to read them!





Saturday, September 11, 2010

Friday, September 10, 2010

Thursday, September 09, 2010

Wednesday, September 08, 2010

Tuesday, September 07, 2010

Sunday, September 05, 2010

calavera




Nunc est bibendum, nunc pede libero pulsanda tellus

Horatius

Thursday, September 02, 2010

brother men




Frères humains qui après nous vivez
N'ayez les coeurs contre nous endurciz

Brother men who after us live on,
Harden not your hearts against us.


"L'Epitaphe Villon (Villon's Epitaph)", or "Ballade des Pendus (Ballade of the Hanged)", line 1. (1463)

Wednesday, September 01, 2010

XIII




Dors bien dors bien
La mort n’en dira rien
Priez les dévots mornes
Nous dansons sur les tombes
La mort n’en saura rien
Dors bien dors bien

Apollinaire