The photobooth was lit. I had one job: robe duty. We walked in, Kaati handled the tickets, the Blanches started getting in Blanche Formation. Gillian’s eyes were bouncing from one Blanche to the next. I looked her in the eye and held out the robe and said, “We’d like one more Blanche.” It all registered in her eyes and she held her arms out, and I opened the robe and she slipped into it, and tied the belt herself in that perfect little knot. Work it. She was game for it all. Many expletives and little quips. She told Ashley to “put the bottle down” when her eyes were closed on the first shot 😂 and had a fake cigarette hanging from her mouth as she kept cracking smiles. I asked her if she could throw one arm up into the air for my photo, and she knew exactly what I was after 😁 Gillian is a real class act. My Blanches did such an amazing job with their cosplay costumes, from hand-painting patterns to glueing rhinestones on an old bridesmaid dress, I am so so impressed with all of them and so happy they convinced me to cosplay. The #SoBlanched crew had every outfit that Blanche wore in the Young Vic production of A Streetcar Named Desire - the play that brought us all together at St. Ann’s Warehouse in Brooklyn. Missing only Blanche in the towel 😮
Wizard World Chicago was my first con, and I had THE BEST time with all The X-Philes and my Blanches from coast to coast: Rebecca // @urflirtytoday2012 from Missouri; Mandy // @panickingthroughlife from Texas; Janet // @jmenko from Ohio; Kaati from Wisconsin/Oklahoma; Lauren // @gillyfangirl from Florida; Ashley // @abrasiveashley from Washington; Jenny from California; Heather & Alene from Utah; and yours truly from ‘Phila Phila, Fuck Me’ Pennsylvania. And all the other amazing people I met from Twitter and Tumblr including @crossedbeams @storybycorey @2momsmakearight @lyricbird @noamchimpsky and so many more. I got more to say but I am a fangirl fading, and leaving on a jet plane.
“I don’t want realism. I want magic! Yes, yes, magic! I try to give that to people. I misrepresent things to them. I don’t tell the truth, I tell what ought to be the truth. And it that’s sinful, then let me be damned for it!”
We’re all living just to find our latest loss, So cut your anchor loose and swim your way across. And when the day gives way to dusk and the circle closes ‘round, Fold your hands across my heart and hold me down.
It was around this time of year when we first met, You were my age and I didn’t know it yet but you’d be there for every time I lost my step In a world that spun too fast under my legs. I’ve seen pictures of you then, Like the patron saint of everything I lack. And I know I’ve kept you up more nights than I could care to guess, But somehow you never thought to love me less.
I think this year I’ve lost more than I’ve found. It spun me 'round and knocked me down and dragged me out. But no matter how I find myself falling in around You’ve been my sore eyes and solid ground.
Jacob Jordaens - The Holy Family with Saint Anne and the Young Baptist and His Parents c. early 1620s and 1650s
“Jordaens frequently revised his own paintings after many years, as he did here. The Christ Child, Mary and Joseph, the Virgin’s mother Saint Anne, and probably a version of the infant Saint John the Baptist were depicted as a close family gathering in the early 1620s. At least twenty-five years later the artist added boards to the oak panel and painted the Baptist’s parents, Saints Elizabeth and Zacharias, and an angel on the left. Their more painterly style contrasts with the Caravaggesque modeling of the earlier figures. The cartouche, inscribed “If the root be holy, so are the branches” (from Saint Paul’s Epistle to the Romans) was added during the second stage of work. The shift from intimate to didactic presentation is typical of Jordaens’s late work.”