Friday, March 13, 2009
A toast of respect for magical prowess
I just purchased a very large reproduction of this 1899 image on canvas. We hung it over the mantle. Can you imagine my poor kid? Who hangs something like this in the most prominent place in their home? Your dubious hostess, that's who!
First off: I love vintage magic posters. I've loved this one in particular for years and years. I love the way Mephistopheles is depicted as androgynous. But he's not androgynous in a soft way. The lines between his male and female components are hard--really hard. The masculine face, the voluminous dress. This is no Boy George, baby. This is a devil to sin with.
I want that mother's hat.
I love the huge goblets of brandy their hefting. No little candy-ass sips of polite aperitif here! I love Kellar's tuxedo, the intensity of his eyes as they bore into the smirking devil. I love the bats in the background and the outlines of other evil entities, the distant pitchfork. I love the colors.
And for those who are wondering, yes, everything in my house is this weird.