I've read Dracula multiple times, and it just gets better every time I read it. It's he same with the movies; they never get old. When I heard that The Atlanta Ballet was putting on Michael Pink's Dracula, I was thrilled. The Count was my fictional husband some years ago, and I recently found out that it was the same way with my mom. We both decided to get all dolled up for this event.
The show was absolutely mesmerizing. A ghostly blue light was cast upon the set, occasionally interrupted by flashes of lightning. The light effects even produced video the of train to Transylvania and the oceanic scene of Whitby. The music composition for this show very accurately captured the mood. At many parts, there was an eerie sound of a heartbeat in the background while violins trilled. The set was beautifully built with the look of wrought iron and stone. Even the costumes were perfect. Mina's white gossamer dress was so ethereal. Dracula's iconic long red coat covered his feet, so he appeared to float.
The choreography was brilliant. The dancing captured the dark eroticism and horror of this tale, making words unnecessary. All the characters had very precise movements, and they were very skilled. Dracula especially had very snake-like motions that gave me chills. The fact that fog trailed his feet made him seem to glide even more.
This performance, like any good show, left the audience quiet with reflection. I even found myself craving silence on the ride home while moments from the ballet pulsed in my brain. I was so fortunate to have the opportunity to go. If I had the money, this is a production I would definitely see again. Here is a video below where you can catch a glimpse of this performance:
Well, I didn't plan to stop blogging. It just happened that I haven't posted in six months. A lot has happened in that time, and I owe it to my biggest fan, my mom, to post an update. Here it is, Mom!
I ended up going to a few more Goth club nights before I left Atlanta. I went with one to my best friend, who is pictured below:
Then I moved to rural Northern West Virginia where I can walk to water falls and hike up mountains. I live only 3 hours from Washington, D.C., so I've been there a few times as well.
When Halloween came around, Ryan flew up to visit. We dressed as Titania and Bottom from A Midsummer Night's Dream and drove to the Trans-Allegheny Lunatic Asylum for a Halloween Ball. The old asylum is huge and has beautiful Gothic architecture. We brought our own beer and walked around, ogling at the elaborately dressed costumers.
I even saw Robert Smith! He seemed very pleased that I recognized him.
Then, before we knew it, Christmas arrived. My roommates and I…
For those of you who've
been trying to hunt down a nose chain, you probably know that they're difficult
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I finally decided it would be easier to make my own.
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the bigger metal loops.Attach one end to your earring hook and the other end
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When I walked into the building for Ascension, a Goth/Industrial night, they started playing "This Corrosion." I was introduced to Goth six years ago when I listened to the song, so it was like the night saying "Merry Gothmas, Katie!" I'd been planning on going all week, but when Friday rolled around, I was so exhausted from spending the entire day getting a new car (my last one was totaled) and then visiting family with a long drive back. I came home and wanted to just take a nap, and after taking too long to decide, I got dressed and headed out the door. This past Ascension was the last one held at the Masquerade, a much-loved local venue, and I wanted to experience it before I left for West Virginia.
I'd known about Ascension for a while. One reason why I hadn't gone before this past Friday is because of being a student and having lived an hour away. It's a lame excuse. Aside from that, I told myself for years that I wasn't a cluby-type (alth…