I am Amanda Fucking Palmer

I went to the Gemini and Scorpio Masquerade Macabre this year, which is an event stuffed with artists, arealists, musicians, and the kind of people who make life worth living. I had a lovely chance encounter with Eva Galperin, saw a few dozen intense costumes, helped Danielle Hills of Gilding Primal Instinct wrangle her display, and hobnobbed with the creators of Baritarian Boy.

Since it was scheduled to be such a fancy gala I thought it was time to dress up as something wonderful. I used to go all out for Halloween costumes, but have ended up spending more time on other folks’ costumes than my own lately. Well, I couldn’t think of anything more wonderful than Amanda Palmer, so voila. I’ve got to thank Numi for providing the wig, makeup, and most of the wardrobe for this one. I mostly picked out clothing and kvetched as my eyebrows were being painted on.

During the whole affair I came to realize how much work it must take to be AFP. I mean, aside from practicing, and making the rounds with the press, and keeping up with fans, the sheer time spent on eyebrows over the years must total in the hundreds of hours. Though, it’s probably something that gets easier with time. I wouldn’t be surprised if she can throw eyebrows on in the car on the way to a gig. Also, my mouth got tired from trying to make the correct kind of passionate demon face that is so signature to Amanda’s image. Feel free to add comments about how you’re surprised I got into the film industry with such a glaring handicap.

Photos are just starting to trickle in from Masq. Macabre. You can find some on Puppy’s Blog and Time Out NY.

Bonus:

I was playing “Point of it All” on the piano as these shots were being taken (also by Numi). I think it’d be a good song to cover on the Anywhere Organ. Something to think about as I prep for its next performance in just a few weeks.