Monday, April 30, 2012

Gothica Gothique and Emporium Gothica's Anniversary Prize Contest

An absolutely free set of graveyard postcards, like the ones featured at right, could already be yours!

Just make sure to post a link to Gothica Gothique on your blog or website by May 10th in order to compete for your prize.

See full rules for the contest by clicking here.

Thursday, April 26, 2012

Cupid and Death

What would happen if Cupid and Death switched arrows for a day?

The rise of the Puritan movement in England briefly brought an end to British theater -- Puritans felt that "entertainment" was sinful, and when they gained control of the city of London early in the English Civil War, they ordered the closure of the London theaters and on September 2nd, 1642. The theaters remained closed for the next eighteen years, re-opening after the Restoration of the monarchy in 1660. Cupid and Death was a special exception -- it was written by James Shirley as a private entertainment for a visiting Portuguese ambassador, the Count of Peneguiaõ.

The drama depends on a traditional tale, found in Aesop and many subsequent versions. For his source, Shirley employed a 1651 translation of Aesop by John Ogilby, with whom he'd worked at the Werburgh Street Theatre in the later 1630s.

The complete play can be found in a new collection of English and British comedy plays for the stage.

Thursday, April 19, 2012

Gothic Amiability

Love is one of the most important emotions there is. Even if you're cynical and of the "love doesn't exist" mindset, it is undeniable that whatever it is people think this love is, it dominates lives. People do crazy things for love, make huge sacrifices for love, die for love.

As previously posted, Gothic Love posts have been consistently among the most popular posts on this blog. Now of course, Gothic love isn't much different from any other kind of love. What people look for in Gothic love is someone who shares a similar view and mindset (and perhaps similar standard of beauty.)

Looking over Gothic themed forums, the requests for love advice are pretty much the same troubles you'd hear from anyone be they goth or not. Goths ultimately love at the same consistency as everyone else in the world.

Here are some of the Gothic Love Posts we've had so far:

How To Find Your Gothic Dating Partner
Why People Attract to the Gothic Subculture
The Beauty in Darkness

Wednesday, April 18, 2012

Reminder: Awesome Prizes Ahead!

There is still time for you to gain possession of these fantastic graveyard gift cards!

Just post a link to Gothica Gothique and the Emporium Gothica on your blog or website to enter, and tell us about it at the original post.

Monday, April 16, 2012

Saturday, April 14, 2012

Killer Styles from Historical Fashion

The Blind Hem has a great article about deadly fashions from the past. Some are well-known (lead based makeup) others are less realized (crinolines.)

It also contains the basis for the Becky poem from our previous post here.

Wednesday, April 11, 2012

Goth Poetry: Becky

Give Becky a bushel of of velvet and tulle,
Of shadow and liner a pound;
Some hair glue and spray to sweep over her skull,
And lace to encompass it round.
Her boots gleam like metal from kneecap to nub,
With platforms so high she can't jump;
And the gloom-cookie decked out complete for the club
Lets the bustle provide her a rump.
So finished in taste while on Becky you gaze,
You can take the dear thing for a whirl:
But don't dare undress her, for out of her stays,
You will find that you've lost half your girl.

Tuesday, April 10, 2012

Gothica Gothique's 1 Year Anniversary and Giveaway Contest

The first available post on Gothica Gothique was posted One Year Ago! In celebration, I am holding a giveaway contest. You, yes, you, could win the following prize and turn your whole life around:

The life-changing item is a new, never-opened package of Cemeteries: A Note Card Series (retails for $10.50 on Amazon and the Emporium Gothica.) The ad copy boasts that they are "Perfect for that end-of-relationship parting gift, that middle-aged birthday card, "wish you were here" greeting, as a "get well soon" card for that special person, or as a gift for those who just love hanging out in cemeteries." Features beautiful, haunting images from world famous graveyards like Père Lachaise and St. Louis #1.

How to win this fantastic prize: Link to this blog ( ) from any publicly viewable webpage or blog you have. After creating this link, proceed back here and leave a comment on this post only in which you include the address of the page where you've left the link, and an email address where you can be contacted in case you win.
You may enter multiple times by posting multiple links, but please keep the links only to pages and sites which you personally have power and authority over (id est, don't go spamming other people's forums or comment boxes with links back here. I won't count those.)

Rules and Exclusions: Prize is for one box of Cemeteries: A Note Card Series, given unopened and as-is. US residents only please (sorry, I don't want to risk having to pay $40 in shipping and customs fees to mail the cards to Dirkadirkastan.) Contest is open from 12:01 AM April 10, 2012 until 11:59 PM May 10th, 2012, Mountain Time. The specified page and the link must remain available at least until the end time of the contest. Winner will be chosen at random by my writing out all the entries on small pieces of paper and putting them into one of these.

Have fun with the contest! And remember, all you need to post is a link to Gothica Gothique -- you can say whatever else you want about the site.

Sunday, April 8, 2012

Go to Hell and Eat Merde at the Café l'Enfer

The above is a photo ca. 1895 of the Cabaret (or Café) l'Enfer -- the Hell Cabaret. It existed in Paris around the turn of the century. It was basically a high-end themed restaurant, along similar lines to the Rainforest Cafes or weird crap one sees in New York today. A visitor described the experience:

We passed through a large, hideous, fanged, open mouth in an enormous face from which shone eyes of blazing crimson. Curiously enough, it adjoined heaven [Heaven Cabaret was located right next door] whose cool blue lights contrasted strikingly with the fierce ruddiness of hell. Red-hot bars and gratings through which flaming coals gleamed appeared in the walls within the red mouth. A placard announced that should the temperature of this inferno make one thirsty, innumerable bocks might be had at sixty-five centimes each. A little red imp guarded the throat of the monster into whose mouth we had walked; he was cutting extraordinary capers, and made a great show of stirring the fires. The red imp opened the imitation heavy metal door for our passage to the interior, crying, "Ah, ah, ah! still they come! Oh, how they will roast!"


"Enter and be damned, the Evil One awaits you!" growled a chorus of rough voices as we hesitated before the scene confronting us. Near us was suspended a caldron over a fire, and hopping within it were half a dozen devil musicians, male and female, playing a selection from "Faust" on stringed instruments, while red imps stood by, prodding with red-hot irons those who lagged in their performance.

Crevices in the walls of this room ran with streams of molten gold and silver, and here and there were caverns lit up by smouldering fires from which thick smoke issued, and vapors emitting the odors of a volcano. Flames would suddenly burst from clefts in the rocks, and thunder rolled through the caverns. Red imps were everywhere, darting about noiselessly, some carrying beverages for the thirsty lost souls, others stirring the fires or turning somersaults. Everything was in a high state of motion.

Numerous red tables stood against the fiery walls; at these sat the visitors. Mr. Thompkins seated himself at one of them. Instantly it became aglow with a mysterious light, which kept flaring up and disappearing in an erratic fashion; flames darted from the walls, fires crackled and roared. One of the imps came to take our order; it was for three coffees, black, with cognac; and this is how he shrieked the order: "Three seething bumpers of molten sins, with a dash of brimstone intensifier!" Then, when he had brought it, "This will season your intestines, and render them invulnerable, for a time at least, to the tortures of the melted iron that will be soon poured down your throats." The glasses glowed with a phosphorescent light. "Three francs seventy-five, please, not counting me. Make it four francs. Thank you well. Remember that though hell is hot, there are cold drinks if you want them."

Presently Satan himself strode into the cavern, gorgeous in his imperial robe of red, decked with blazing jewels, and brandishing a sword from which fire flashed. His black moustaches were waxed into sharp points, and turned rakishly upward above lips upon which a sneering grin appeared. Thus he leered at the new arrivals in his domain. His appearance lent new zest to the activity of the imps and musicians, and all cowered under his glance. Suddenly he burst into a shrieking laugh that gave one a creepy feeling. It rattled through the cavern with a startling effect as he strode up and down. It was a triumphant, cruel, merciless laugh. All at once he paused in front of a demure young Parisienne seated at a table with her escort, and, eying her keenly, broke into this speech: "Ah, you! Why do you tremble? How many men have you sent hither to damnation with those beautiful eyes, those rosy, tempting lips? Ah, for all that, you have found a sufficient hell on earth. But you," he added, turning fiercely upon her escort, "you will have the finest, the most exquisite tortures that await the damned. For what? For being a fool. It is folly more than crime that hell punishes, for crime is a disease and folly a sin. You fool! For thus hanging upon the witching glance and oily words of a woman you have filled all hell with fuel for your roasting. You will suffer such tortures as only the fool invites, such tortures only as are adequate to punish folly. Prepare for the inconceivable, the unimaginable, the things that even the king of hell dare not mention lest the whole structure of damnation totter and crumble to dust."


Then, suddenly turning and sweeping the room with a gesture, he commanded, "To the hot room, all of you!" while he swung his sword, from which flashes of lightning trailed and thunder rumbled.

We were led to the end of a passage, where a red-hot iron door barred further progress. "Oh, oh, within there!" roared Satan. "Open the portal of the hot chamber, that these fresh arrivals may be introduced to the real temperature of hell!" After numerous signals and mysterious passes the door swung open, and we entered. It was not so very hot after all. The chamber resembled the other, except that a small stage occupied one end. A large green snake crawled out upon this, and suddenly it was transformed into a red devil with exceedingly long, thin legs, encased in tights that were ripped in places. He gave some wonderful contortion feats. A poor little white Pierrot came on and assisted the red devil in black art performances. By this time we discovered that in spite of the half-molten condition of the rock-walls, the room was disagreeably chilly. And that ended our experience in hell.

Read the full account of Café Hell, and about the Café Heaven, at Voyages Extraordinaires.

I should also add: I ruined a $1,000 laptop just to write this post for you guys! Yes, while trying to find info and pictures of the famous Hell Cabaret, I went to a website which installed a virus in my MacBook. It took multiple trips to the Genius Bar to get my computer functioning normally again. Thus battered, we emerge from Hell.

Friday, April 6, 2012

Eyeliner for Goths Who Need Lots of Eyeliner

Recently on a trip to Sephora I was looking through the black eyeliner (of course) trying to find a liquid eyeliner that would stay put and not crackle around the edges of my eyelids after 20 minutes. I tested out various types, and there was one liquid eyeliner that stayed completely put through all kinds of rubbing and scraping:


Amazingly though, even the Stila pencil liner stayed in place through nearly as much picking and rubbing! I've never seen a pencil liner that stayed on so well.

The only trouble with the Stila liquid liner is it's a little thin, so it can soak into any wrinkles around your eyes if you aren't careful (and obviously, it's a pain to get off again if you make a mistake.) Might not be good if you're the sort of Goth who likes to draw a lot of fancy shapes.

There is also a post at Adora BatBrat reviewing various Goth eyeliners, but, they come from foreign sources so the brands and formulations are not always ones easy to get in the US.
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