I wonder whatever happened to Perilhettes ’77. A few weeks ago, I discovered this album recorded by an a cappella group from Miss Porter’s School, a private college preparatory school for girls in Farmington, Connecticut. For some reason or another, […]
Once upon a time… No, there was once a time that I could spend whole hours of summer coolness in a daydream. For every child knows the secrets of shut-eye, the private going-ons of a world as beautiful as the […]
I did not grow up with The Gate. But I get the impression that I have instinctively known about it since the age of sleepover weekends. It feels universal in the sense that we have all felt that giddiness of […]
Someone always gets hurt on Valentine’s Day. Always. There is always more to the story behind those famous lines: “And they all lived happily ever after…” For every happy ending, there is tragedy. For every couple, there is unrequited love. […]
I was confirmed a Catholic. With this sacrament, you take up a saint’s name, so that you may lead your life according to the way they may have led theirs. And so, I chose St. Jude, the patron saint of […]
Death lies not in not being able to communicate but in no longer being understood. —Pier Paolo Pasolini, “A Desperate Vitality,” 1964 I do not mind silence. It demands nothing of me, and I demand nothing of it. A harmony […]
All slasher movies have gimmicks. If we were to take a stroll through the entire history of the sub-genre, then we would find nothing but silly novelties. Terror Train takes place on a train. The Town that Dreaded Sundown presents itself […]
For as long as I can remember, I have always been fascinated with the paranormal. I used to take my friends to a hotel downtown, where we would pay respects to the haunted painting of a little girl in white, […]
We all know that this Halloween will not look like other Halloweens from years past. And yet, the month of October waits for us all the same. It is about time we put the spirit of Halloween back into that […]
When I look back on my memories of trick-or-treating, all I can really remember is the strain of two bobbing peepholes. I only remember as much as those little beads of light. And yet, what horrors would cross them. Droopy-eyed […]
