Much inspired by (IN)DECOROUS TASTE and her FABULOUS crystal encrusted table (the one everyone must see this exact moment…) we had the overwhelming urge (although this was IN NO WAY advocated in her post) to run around the neighborhood draped in nothing but stands of chandelier crystals. Now before the blessed (?) event could take place we came to our senses (??) and realized it is November in Seattle (and hypothermia be damned) the constant rain was going to cut down the spectators to our spectacle…ouch…someday you will see us on the news in some interior décor related act of anarchy. Do not say that you were not warned…
We will be the first to admit that we have some serious issues regarding lighting fixtures and their proper use and function. One will not find a traditional silk shade in attractive (as in putrid) shade of beige anywhere in our studio. Instead you will discover a singular and wonderful Art Nouveau table lamp with a stunning glass shade (a cherished antique that belonged to Seraph’s grandparents and then to his parents before making its way to our eccentric Obsidian Halls.) In a desperate cry for attention this lovely lamp has taken to spitting sparks and breaking bulbs thus becoming the latest (in a long list) of inanimate object disrupting the tranquility our lives…HA!
Along with the unruly heirloom we have a growing collection of pierced brass lanterns. Several have elaborate arabesque domes and dangle from spindly chains while others are adorned with beaded fringe and studded with mirrors. And there is one of course that looks as if it is from a Spanish dungeon (an erotic one that is…) Slowly most of the incandescent lights have been replaced with red bulbs giving an infernal glow that would make the Dark One feel right at home and forces our guests to stumble through dimly lit corridors just to find the powder room. (Did we mention that our relatives have stopped visiting us…hmm…?)
Speaking of unwelcome guests, the lighting fixtures that are installed in our apartment are new and from IKEA. Never has there been an uglier assemblage of track lighting, vanity bulbs and odd UFO inspired ceiling fixtures in the existence of mankind. We kid you not. Fearing an alien abduction or an unwanted interplanetary rift appearing in our parlor ceiling we finally broke down and hired an electrician to replace the offending fixture with a vintage chandelier. OK, “hired” is a strong word, actually we just gave the man that wanders around here doing maintenance $20 to put the thing out of its misery and return its body to the aliens. And for those keeping track at home this was NOT the same guy that came by to fix our drippy faucet, crawled under our kitchen cabinet and never came back out. The current theory (OK, the one we just made up on the spot) is that he was devoured by rats or is under there still living on crumbs from our under sink recycling bin …
Now the odd twist of this tale is the fore mentioned chandelier turned out to be the ORIGINAL FIXTURE (!!!) that was cruelly ripped from its proper home and discarded in the garage amid a pile of equally unloved cardboard boxes and delinquent patio furniture. Now it seems that over the month of unwilling exile all of its crystals were slowing taken by various vagrants and miscreant that lurk in the subterranean depths beneath our building. Needless to say by the time we rescued it needed both physical and emotional refurbishment. But after a little TLC and a dozen or so pounds of crystal shards, spikes and garland it once again illuminates our parlor…Tell us, dear readers, what illuminates you?
Black Sun Ascends. Forevermore.
Granted to the elected is the key to Chaos core.
Judge me now oh shining one, by blood and fire.
To wield thy sword, oh Lord and Master.
The eleventh and the first.
Whose wordless word echoes Chaos!
(“Legions of the Black Light” by Watain)