i bought this as a dress*

Well, turns out it needs an extra button in the crotch area. So I thought I'd wear it with leggings. Very comfy especially when you have just eaten a big bowl of bolonese. It's from Zara.

The Misfits. Just because.

Vodka Juniors*

Last night I went to see Vodka Juniors play their Dark Show, a 2 and a half hour set of dub, punk and everything in between. The turnout was amazing, it was practically a sold out gig and the band played their hearts out. Even our girl Sugahspank got on stage to sing the magic that is "color of hate" their collaboration for their latest album Dark Poetry. The night involved some vodka consumption therefore I woke up today feeling rather booldozed over. 2 diet cokes later I looked like this..

still looking booldozed over :)

Nothing a good tune can't fix though...



*check out the diary of their drunk poetry tour here

Come to the Backroom Sermon*

He might just be the coolest cat I know. Why? Ok, start counting. He can outsmart you in everything cinematic, he can name the coolest bands of all time in the spur of a moment, he is a ladies’ man, he dresses like he means it, he wears a mask ALL THE TIME, he can kick your ass from here to next Sunday, he is hosting the Backroom Sermon viewings @ bios, he is Jesus De La Mascara godammit. We had a little chit chat the other day. Once again he made the most of it.

- So, where did you start your amazing life journey?

Ooh tough one. I started out in Mexico in the late 70's wrestling on an amateur level with the likes of Grande Assesino and El Gigante but I quickly moved past wrestling and into the dark, seedy underbelly of backroom cinema. I could go into detail but that’s for my biography.

- And which was the film that really made the difference for you? The one that started it all…

Well I remember watching this film back when I was a nipper which involved cockroaches, Egyptian black magic rituals, boobs, muscles and extremely bad gore, but I can never remember the name of it. I just remember being in awe of it all, the over-the-top-ness of it, the pointless bloodshed. I also remember being very much a fan of sci-fi puppet shows like Thunderbirds, Stingray, Captain Scarlett and Star Fleet. I just became interested in films that a lot of people didn’t consider serious. It's how I got involved in learning everything there was to learn about Hong Kong chop soki ninja stuff as well.

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- What is it about movies that have extremely bad gore that makes them so appealing?

Hmmm, I guess you’d get different answers from different people. For me it was a selection of things. I like the texture of blood for a start, fake or otherwise, that corn syrup quality it has and there's just something about oodles of blood that taps into a darker element of you... at least it does for me. It’s hard to explain. People might laugh at it and what not, but there is very much a primal element to a picture of blood oozing out, fake or otherwise.

It also has a lot to do with the concept of evil and primal rage that is usually connected with such things and how appealing that is to me.

- Of course it is. You were a wrestler after all! Is it true that you wrestle people who come into the backroom sermons and talk through the movie?

Oh yeah for sure, at least when I’m there, which isn’t always the case. My priests handle most of the screenings. The Jesus of the Mask can’t be everywhere, unlike that lying hippy bastard that says he can. But it is a big thing for me you know, the el cuntflapos that talk through a movie. I mean holy preholy go talk at the bar, this isn’t a social gathering, I don’t give a flying fuck if you find the picture boring. You don’t like it, shut the fuck up and get the hell out. I've broken people in half for far less.

- What is the ritual followed in order to choose the films that are featured in each sermon?

Other than praying to the gods of lucha libre for inspiration it comes down to which side of the ring I roll out of in the morning. You know it’s not all about the bloodletting. We appreciate the other finer things in life too. Gang warfare, machetes, nudity, masks, motorcycles, guitars, fast cars, high speed chases, extremely long action sequences and sweat. And we'll get the chance to showcase all these fine things in due course. But as for a ritual, I suppose there is… I put 20 films on my carpet then belly flop on to them from 3 feet. Whichever film survives in the better state is the next to go on.

- Fuck that's one ritual that is!

It is.

- impressed as always, Jesus..

People usually are.

- Mostly the ladies I’d say. How do you cope with the female following?

Well you know it is not always easy. They do tend to give chase like rabid hyenas in heat, but it’s not really something I worry about.. I once wrestled 10 female bears (bear-ettes) in a single bout and received just a minor pancake shaped bruise on my inner thigh. I can take a lot of punishment. And dish it out like a runaway train. Not the song, an ACTUAL train..

- Given your love for sci-fi, if you were the evil mastermind planning to destroy the world how would you go about it?

Mundo good el questionne. I think I’d make a matter altering device that would transform all

men into honey. I would spread said amount of honey over my buff torso and have all the

women of the world lick it off. Oh yes, I would also have ANOTHER machine that would make

ALL women go apeshit over honey, thus covering all variables. I would then name myself king

and make the world a much better place.

- And again I stand impressed

You'd probably be erect but that would be appropriate if you were a man so impressed will do just fine.

- We went through the Killers of the American Dream. Now what's in store for us?

Well, Red Christmas is coming up which will be a tongue in cheek run through some xmas and snow covered thriller/horror classics like Silent Night, Bloody Night and then we'll be looking at some British hooligan flicks, before coming back to some good blood and guts stuff. From there, there are all sorts of stuff planned. Ninjas, Monsters, Bikers, you name it.

Maybe even a band related thing coming up but I can’t say too much about that yet.

- You are quite scary. Do you ever take off your mask?

Ummm well no. A luchadore, or rather an enmascarado, never removes his mask. It’s a state of mind, a decision that you carry with you to the grave. an enmascarado is for life.

- Any chance of a luchador film sermon?

Oh yes of course, it’s probably going to be early in the new year. There are so many lucha libre films out there, so many fascinating heroic tales which include my brothers… actually I played a bit part in one but it’s not something I’m really proud of. The script had me down as "kid getting hit in face with bucket" but yeah, a lucha season is coming.

- Would you be offended if I showed up wearing a lucha mask for the luchadores sermon?

No, not at all. being an enmascarado is a rare honor and one I’m more than happy to share with my flock.

- You are truly magnificent

I know of this.

- What should I do to become a priest? What should someone do to have such an honor?

Well, your knowledge of film should improve for one. And we do have a bible.

It’s called Mondo Lucha a Go-Go: the Bizarre and Honorable World of Wild Mexican Wrestling

by our dear friend Dan Madigan. Beyond that, we have secret screening sessions where we discuss the next round of films and quite a few shopping sprees abroad. It’s not easy but to persevere is to be godly.

- Since this is supposed to be a fashion blog, give some tips.

Well, I’m very into vintage long coats, they always work well for me, buy a good leather jacket it never stops being cool, look into buying some wrestling tights the make your nipples look great (well they do in my case), invest in multiple pairs of cockroach killing boots and make sure your home has its very own set of proper tiki mugs. And masks. Obviously.

- And as for the music?

Surf and rock n roll music is hugely important for me, so bands like Los Straitjackets and Los Elasticos and the Messer Chups spring to mind, I’m partial to quality mariachi music so anything by Antonio Aguilar works for me, very much into the works of Barry De Vorzon who soundtracked The Warriors and Vince Guaraldi plays on a daily basis in the Church of the Jesus of the Mask.

- You have been known to claim that the absolute means of transportation, the epitome of cool is the coffin carrier. Is this true?

Yes it is. A hearse is the ultimate mode of transport. It just oozes undead charm and decked out with the proper items (candles, velvet) it's the ultimate car sex setting. Plus, it’s a great way to carry your freshly killed opponents. Which is always a bonus in my line of work. That goes for troublesome viewers too. And the culturally snotty ones too.

- Oh the snotty artsy fartsy types... I have so many fantasies of killing all of them...

Yes well it is a case of particular irritation to me. People who would watch something like Cannibal Holocaust at an artsy fartsy film fest but would never watch it with the likes of us.

Because for them, it’s never about watching films. It’s about others watching them watch a film.

Which is pointless and utterly void of content.

- Sooo fuckin’ true

Mucho douchebag-oh.

- If you had to choose the ultimate leading man who would that be?

It’s a toss up between Bruce Campbell the Evil Dead god, Marc Gregory the most uncomfortable leading man in the history of cinema and Bo Svenson, the blond giant that most people know as a face but rarely as a name. Oh god, and Richard Harrison how could I forget? The mustachioed ninja grand master.

- And who is your ideal woman. Who would you like to take to Mexico?

That’s actually quite easy. Tura Santana and Pj Soles. For totally different reasons. Pj for the spunkiness, Tura for the gigantic bazooms.

- So it's safe to say that you are a breast man?

If I was anymore of a breast man I’d be a nipple. Let’s put it that way.

- Since you are the masked Jesus…

I am…

- Give us a wish for the New Year will you?

Sure. May the filthy light of our backroom sermon reach the eyes of more troubled souls. May the razor sharp cuts of our ninja sword cut through the scum that covers your being. May you all find the mask within and wear it with pride. Or don't and go break your necks. Either way works for the Jesus of the Mask. Mucha Lucha A-motherfuckin'-men. Was that what you had in mind my child?

- I stand blessed and enlightened!

Yes you do actually. I accept cash, food or sexual favors.

- I might just take you up on that last one.

Yes, please do. My masked sabre has saved more souls than my masked face has if you know what I mean. Oh and cheques are made payable to The Church of the Jesus of the Mask, 69 Cerveza Muerte Road, Mexico City, Mexico.

- So the next sermon is on...

Saturday 26th with Don't Open Till Christmas, then Silent Night Bloody Night on January 2nd and finishing up our xmas/new year theme with Snowbeast on the 9^th.

- I will make sure to be there. I will be the one with the mask and the low cut tank top.

Excellent combo!

- Thank you so much for your precious time Jesus.

It's quite alright my child. Go in peace.

misfit love*

I'm wearing jean shorts. In a response to the awesomeness that is this rendition of "misfit love" by the Queens of the Stone Age on the Henry Rollins Show.

***extented frantic intro and epic pelvic movement by Josh Homme.. nuff said.

bukowski*

alwaysandforevercharlesmadesense.

Alone With everybody

the flesh covers the bone

and they put a mind

in there and

sometimes a soul,

and the women break

vases against the walls

and the men drink too

much

and nobody finds the

one

but keep

looking

crawling in and out

of beds.

flesh covers

the bone and the

flesh searches

for more than

flesh.

there's no chance
at all:
we are all trapped
by a singular
fate.

nobody ever finds
the one.

the city dumps fill
the junkyards fill
the madhouses fill
the hospitals fill
the graveyards fill

nothing else
fills.

Some Peolpe

some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
it's Cherub, they'll say, and
they pour wine down my throat
rub my chest
sprinkle me with oils.
then, I'll rise with a roar,
rant, rage -
curse them and the universe
as I send them scattering over the
lawn.
I'll feel much better,
sit down to toast and eggs,
hum a little tune,
suddenly become as lovable as a
pink
overfed whale.
some people never go crazy.
what truly horrible lives
they must lead.

We're not scaremongering this is really happening. Happening*

Noone can describe the struggle of my soul with all the forces of the universe better than Radiohead. I was lucky enough to see them live 3 times. By the time each concert was finished I was in such awe I thought I dreamt it. Every fuckin time. I am not a person known to care for really avant garde music or experimentation but this is consuming.. like a star-matter nebula, like something bigger than my sad little self. This could be stuff you'd want to die to.

Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
Women and children first
And the children first
And the children
I'll laugh until my head comes off
I'll swallow until I burst
Until I burst
Until I

Who's in a bunker?
Who's in a bunker?
I have seen too much
I haven't seen enough
You haven't seen it
I'll laugh until my head comes off
Women and children first
And children first
And children

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both sides
Let me hear both
Ice age coming
Ice age coming
Throw it on the fire
Throw it on the fire
Throw it on the

We're not scaremongering
This is really happening
Happening
We're not scaremongering
This is really happening
Happening
Mobiles skwerking
Mobiles chirping
Take the money and run
Take the money and run
Take the money

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time
Here I'm allowed
Everything all of the time

The first of the children

Confusing and yet fun*

That goes for my weekend ventures that included firstly to attend the X-mas Bazaar @ 6 D.O.G.S. on Saturday. Well,it turns out it's actually the next weekend. And guess who was there on time but on the wrong date. Yeap, that would be me. In high spirits and my rockin'outfit and my camera on full battery. Dagritzikos was kind enough to make a joke and save me from drowning in a quick sand of shame..

Me: Hey. Where is the bazaar taking place?
D: Uh, I think you're kinda early, it's next weekend.
Me: ...................................
D: You can come in and have a coffee and wait though.

So, no fashion shopping on Saturday for me.

Went to the Last House on the Left viewing @ bios though and had a blast, since I took some pics of Jesus de la Mascara the mastermind and preacher of the Backroom Sermon Sessions for an upcoming interview.
*a little teaser of a photo for you*And had the pleasure of meeting up with Sugarjuju and V. one of the three intvduals to watch the film.

Sunday was the Sugar Line Productions Bazzar, which was actually happening and people were there and we had a blast. Superkaterina always a stunning hostess provided everything one could want. Fun jewelry, wicked music (courtesy M. from A Chick Habit), friends, booze, dips and of course melomakarona.


*Katerina chatting with Aleca Roxx*


*Alecca's favorite Anna Economou bag and H&M booties which were a freakin'steal but oh so deliscious.*


*Who said it was all girls?*


*Katerina in high spirits*


*Lelein trying on the spider earings*


*I bought the Animals Against Humanity badge*

things to do this weekend*

Well loads of things to do apparently:

Saturday

1. From 10 to 12 @6 D.O.G.S. Christmas Sale with 15%off.



2. Last House on the Left viewing @ bios part of Jesus de la Mascara Backroom Sermon.



Sunday

Sugar Line Productions Bazar @ the showroom (Trivonianou 42-44 Athens ) after 6pm


I am planning on attending all of them so, if you see a girl with loads of hair come say hi.

bring on the snow*

I like that it's finally getting cold.
Stormy skies have always made my heart skip a bit with excitement and anticipation.
plus, it's friday. always a bonus.
Weekend suggestions coming up in next post.
for now it's just me wearing my loved and battered All Saints coat and high waisted Zara trousers that make my ass look fat but are excused for comfort, unlike my shoes that are just fabulous and that alone, makes up for the possibility of loosing a toe. Don't even ask about the yellow top, I have no idea how that ended up there.

evil twin*

I think I am falling in love with this cardigan. Wait. I have fallen in love with this cardigan. Too bad I am as skint as the pavement. The brand is Evil Twin.