Face Your Fears

Read #1 / Read #2 / Read #3 / Read #4 Well folks, it's been a wild year hasn't it? Here we are, ending our years at post #49, and we're going out with yet another edition of Vintage Mask Roundup. And what better way to kick things off than with our good friend here, Wicker Man Reject? That mask is so shoddy, so very poorly carved, that you can't help but feel somewhat unnerved by it. It looks like something a cult who worships animals and sacrifices people in the woods to their animal god would wear. So, you know, The Wicker Man. But when put together with the rest of the costume, it's pretty great as a whole, honestly. I try to shy away from entire costumes, but this one had such a beautifully eerie mask, and the fact its shot in black and white doesn't hurt the spook factor certainly, that I couldn't resist to include it in this post. Honestly though, even with its inherent creepiness, this is likely the most tame photo of the bunch, so, you know, p

Really kinda slept on this way this Halloween, didn't I? Missed the train, I did. Ah well. Here we are now, so put your skinless hands together for good ol' Mr. Gerald Bojangles & His Boneyard Jamboree! This is a Ben Cooper style mask (I don't think it's made by Cooper himself, but don't quote me on that), and, honestly, it makes me so happy. Gerald Bojangles just looks so goddamned happy doesn't he? So utterly thrilled to be here with you, in pure skeletal format, so he can play you the organ without his organs. He just looks so very jovial, doesn't he? I mean, he's got a big grin on his face, and an absolutely adorable tiny bowler cap, which just screams "I'm fun!" He looks like the leader of a big swing band in a jazz club, and I'm all for it. I also like the thick black outline that encompasses his entirety, almost like he's ripped straight out of the pages of a comic book. And I would be remiss if I didn't mention the c

And so it was that Stephen Merks awoke one morning, weary eyed and depressed as usual, knowing he was going to have to drag himself back to a job that he hated that barely paid enough, only to discover, when he went to brush his teeth in the bathroom mirror, that his reflection showed something wholly unexpected. Rats! Rats living in his head! Two rats, specifically, whom he'd later come to name Matilda & The Boss, nested in one of his eye sockets and his brain. And as Stephen stood there, pondering his newfound companionship, realizing his life had just taken a sudden and confusing turn for the strange and unusual, he couldn't help but think to himself, "...fucking Mondays, man." Have you ever been in Stephen's situation? Have you ever woken up, tired of life, exhausted at imagining your ho-hum dreary life day in day out, only to discover you too have rats living inside of your head, eating you from the inside out? If so, then this is the blog post for you! T

I don't normally do animal masks on this blog. Okay sure there was that time I discussed that roach mask and that time I talked about that questionable pig , and that other time I went through all the knock off horse masks , but overall I try and steer away from things based in reality because that's boring. I wanna see stuff that's cool, stuff that's wild and monstrous! But something about this dog mask, when I spotted it (get it? spotted it? cause Spot is a dog name! 10/10 comedy here folks) was how...unnatural it looked and how uncomfortable that made me. This dog looks like a dog who will push you down a well instead of telling others you're down a well. He just looks so goddamn sinister and maniacal. So unscrupulous. Never before was I so sure a dog could look untrustworthy and kind of shifty, but lo and behold, they can. I think its the eyes. The eyes and that eerie half smile half twisted murderer grin. He just doesn't look like mans best friend. He lo