Foraging was a success yesterday! My best friend Maya and I didn’t find a lot but we found enough. Lobster mushrooms, slippery jacks, and one single cute wee puffball. We found some boletes we weren’t familiar with too, took a few home to identify and test. I also gathered some old mans beard moss.
Summary: Pan is itching for adventure, and he gets more than he bargained for. Here’s Part 2.
Author’s Note: I have been needing to do a OUAT Peter Pan imagine for some time, so here it is. (Your hair will be long in this story, as you are a mermaid and idk I just think mermaid should have long hair. So sue me.)
Tofu Guys Don't Eat Meat by Vicki Woods for Vogue, May 1990 (Part I)
River Phoenix is only nineteen. That’s the most important thing about him. He’s been in the movies so long you’d think he’d be older by now; really knocking on, like… oh, I don’t know. Twenty-two or something. But nope. Nineteen. Wholesome as a tofu omelet. And as good-looking as all get-out.
When River isn’t making movies, he’s making music. He lives with his family in Gainesville, Florida. Ever been to Gainesville? Neither had I. North central Florida isn’t exactly a tourist hub, being humid, flat, spotted with alligators, and at least a hundred miles from the ocean in any direction. But it’s warm, and Arlyn Phoenix likes the heat. And Gainesville (population ninety thousand and rising) has thirty-five thousand college students living there. The University of Florida, one student told me, is about the cheapest public university in the entire United States, which is why it’s busting at the seams with crop-headed, athletic-looking boys in white T-shirts and bermudas who play football by floodlight until the early hours of the morning. Arlyn Phoenix liked the idea of a university town when it came to settle finally, because she wanted plenty of cultural facilities for her brood of children: arts, music, drama.
River Phoenix isn’t crop-headed of course. And he doesn’t wear bermudas. He arrived at my hotel in his mother’s car wearing a jade green Gap sweat-shirt, navy blue long johns, and tennis shoes. He’s grown since we last saw him (in Running on Empty - what a tearjerker). He’s now five eleven (“Barefoot!”), slim as a willow and hung with wisps of beard like Florida’s Spanish moss. He wouldn’t shave them off, even for Bruce Weber’s pictures. He didn’t have to fatten up for his new role in Lawrence Kasdan’s I Love You to Death. He plays a pizza chef who has a fairly off-center weltanschauung and tries to help his boss’s wife (Tracey Ullman) attempt to murder her husband (Kevin Kline) numerous times .He’s a lean pizza chef, playing his age. (He put on fifteen extra pounds for Stand by Me because he was fourteen playing twelve and fatter looks younger.) After I Love You to Death comes Dogfight, directed by Nancy Savoca. I’m really looking forward to it. River plays a marine who has a bet with the other guys that he’ll pick up a worse dog - an unhandsome woman - than any of them. This should be a real coming-of-age movie and the first that he’ll have to carry on his own. Director Savoca says, “River has an emotional weight that other young actors just don’t have.”
We went for coffee in Gainesville. The teenage waitress was a little excited, but she kept her cool. “Do you have Venezuelan coffee?” No. “Do you have carrot juice?” No. “Well, I’ll just have a double espresso then,” he said, and promptly ticked away for hours about how hyper he felt from the caffeine. I told him he was a pinup even in the British teen mags and then immediately wished I hadn’t. So did he. He laid his beautiful head on the table and groaned with real embarrassment. “A pinup. Oh, God. I wish you hadn’t said that. A pinup!” He told me about the publicity stills that were taken of him “when I was younger.” You do everything they tell you, he said “they teach you how to pose, you know, they say, ‘you have to do it like this!’ And you tilt your head, and they show you how to push your lips out and suck in your cheek… oh, oh [groans] and then all the outtakes that you never want to see again in your life go through the teen magazines forever. Oh. oh [more groans].”
It was very funny, but he meant it. Gentlemanly modesty is River’s strong suit.
River’s press so far has been a combination o large paragraphs about the state of the planet (which can read kind of irritating, from a fifteen-, sixteen-, seventeen-year-old) and a “Wow, freaky!” examination of his unconventional family. Let’s take the family first. Arlyn and John Phoenix (him I didn’t meet - he was in Mexico with Leaf Joaquin) had a pretty wacky life until they go to Gainesville (and compared with Married… with Children mainstream America it’s still a tad wacky). They were sixties dropouts, they were on the road, they thought LSD was a truth serum, they found God, joined a sect, went to South America as missionaries (River was fluent in both Spanish and English from age three), had their babies by natural childbirth, believed in a Whole Earth… you know.Arlyn and John seem to have followed the beat of the sixties drum harder than most, and instead of turning into eighties yuppies, they’ve hung on in there. They are now perfectly regular folks, with twenty acres of property, a few cars, a few bank accounts, a cook, a gardener, a business manager, and five handsome kids, most of whom are actors, but - they do vegetables instead of drugs now, they don’t eat animal products, don’t waste paper, wear leather, or overconsume any of the planet’s resources. They have SAVE THE RAINFORST stickers on their cars, and their two big dogs, a Doberman-German shepherd mix and a full German shepherd, are both vegans.
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks,
Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight,
Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic,
Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms.
Introduction to Evangeline: A Tale of Acadie by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I’m in LOVE with my current packaging arrangements. I found some old mans beard moss (that had fallen to the ground after a wind storm) and they are PERFECT for packaging. Dreamy sigh. I wish I could package like this always but I can only do so much until I run out.
Only under 24 hours left for my 20% sale on etsy. Enter ELF2500 while purchasing and get pretty packaging like this!
OKay I know its not the attire of La Muerte and Xibalba but I wanted to switch it up a bit to give Bog and Marianne their own attire based off the dead gods.
Since La Muerte is the ruler of the Land of the Remembered where everything is vibrant and happy and full of festivals, I wanted Marianne to be the fairy queen goddess of the Light Fields. Spring and summer are her strongest/more lively seasons and she has powers over all the plants and flowers. For La Muerte’s hUGE hat I gave Marianne a bigger than average flower crown and the rest of her dress is nothing but vines and flowers and tulips.
For Bog, I just made a grey, brown and moss colored KISS fan let’s just leave at that! Oh and he has a moss beard that dangles to this chest. His strongest seasons are winter and fall and like Xibalba, Bog governs the darker colder side of the Dark Forest. Yet unlike Xibalba’s kingdom, Bog’s subjects just stalk the bushes and cause mischief in their domain. And Bog also has a dress that extends as slime leaving a trail of goop wherever he walks.
This is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, stand like Druids of old, with voices sad and prophetic, stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.
-The opening of ”Evangeline, A Tale of Acadie,” Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Nothing sums up the forest of Nova Scotia better than the opening line of Evangeline by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow:
“THIS is the forest primeval. The murmuring pines and the hemlocks, Bearded with moss, and in garments green, indistinct in the twilight, Stand like Druids of eld, with voices sad and prophetic, Stand like harpers hoar, with beards that rest on their bosoms. Loud from its rocky caverns, the deep-voiced neighboring ocean Speaks, and in accents disconsolate answers the wail of the forest.”
River Phoenix photographed at his home by Bruce Weber
“River Phoenix isn’t crop-headed, of course. And he doesn’t wear bermudas. He arrived at my hotel in his mother’s car wearing a jade green Gap sweatshirt, navy blue long johns, and tennis shoes. He’s grown since we last saw him (in Running of Empty - what a tearjerker). He’s now 5'11 (barefoot) and slim as a willow, and hung with wisps of beard like Florida’s Spanish moss. He wouldn’t shave them off, even for Bruce Weber’s pictures.”