Photo Gallery: Nightmare Fuel
It's been funny to remember how mythically scary these films were in my mind, especially compared to the movies I actually got to see once I was able to rent them for myself.
Hello my friends. Is anybody even reading this? Posting something over a holiday weekend feels like a fools errand; regardless, I said I was gonna do this every week, so here I am. My greatest diligence is to filth.
The Fourth of July is a weirdly nostalgic time for me, even though I am about as patriotic as an earthworm. When I was a child, I watched the downtown fireworks from the balcony of a dilapidated apartment building in a hillbilly neighborhood known as "the bottoms." We were allowed to stand outside and observe as long as we headed in once the neighbors started firing guns into the air, an event that usually happened after the supply of fireworks someone smuggled up from god-knows-where went dry. I did not give a fuck about the great American experiment, but I still looked forward to it every year because I got to watch things explode and I got an entire can of Coke to myself. I still remember the sour taste of sulfur and grit from biting down on party snaps, and the sound of Lee Greenwood caterwauling his nationalist bullshit over the AM radio to the beat of the spent bullets plinking over the rooftops like occasional hail.
America is a weird country.
Anyways, this week I'm sharing some new photos from a series about imagery that gave me nightmares as a kid. I've been spending a lot of time with black-and-white movie trailers and VHS box art. It's been funny to remember how mythically scary these films were in my mind, especially compared to the movies I actually got to see once I was able to rent them for myself. (God bless the burnouts at my old video store, who would rent literally anything to a twelve-year-old as long as that child Seemed Cool.) I made some filters out of saran wrap and markers to give them an other-worldly nightmarish look. It's not perfect yet, but what is?
