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An angel with wings made of switchblades…

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GHOST WOMAN in Edie Sedgwicks hair…?

Although I remain healthily skeptical about these sorts of things, I find them uniquely fascinating and remain open minded about them on all sorts of levels. After hunting ghosts and such for quite a few years now, I only can guess at what might be happening, yet even those guesses are just that; guesses.

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Edith Minturn Sedgwick.

Micron Pen and ink drawing on watercolored vellum with a touch of chalk pastel.
12”x12”

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Autumn Girl

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Binge 66.

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“I want to reach people and express myself. You have to put up with the risk of being misunderstood if you are going to try to communicate. Put up with people projecting their own ideas, attitudes, misunderstanding you. BUT it’s worth being the public FOOL if that’s all you can be in order to communicate yourself.”

~EMS

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Via ONLY EDIE SEDGWICK

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(part 2) “sounds.” Dreaming Gate #1

It wouldn’t serve me in the long term.

And now I can remember why the hell it wouldn’t, I look down at my feet, bare in the weird half dead, wind scorched grass. I can see my toes moving…wiggling, but I can’t quite feel them but I can feel my eyes widening in remembrance and, as I remember I can begin to feel my toes-feel them wiggling, feel them more and know that I’m doing it. that I am moving them. I remember that I am asleep somewhere far away.

What part of me is asleep I cannot quite discern, logically it cant be my body that is asleep somewhere distant because I am feeling it here, looking at it’s parts moving. I blink my eyes quickly and see the graveyard landscape strobe in the weird half life lit light. I absolutely know that I am here and yet I also know that somewhere far away something of me is dead to the world, wrapped in a blanket deep in the dark of the night.

There is a sound nearby that startles me away from my quarrelsome self reverie of question, a rasping sound like glass that seems to scrape slowly across the planes of rough hewn stone. A purposeful sound.

The sonics of this strange city of cemetery are warped beyond description. Certain sounds seem to linger and then end abruptly and others just about as if they have no sense of time, these sound they have forgotten that time is a viable and practical dimension…for some things; I’d rather not subject my ears to the endless chime of a bell for all eternity after it has been stricken.

I wonder then if that may be what that weird white noise could be, the continuous whispers of a sound that had been issues aeons ago. Maybe even a breath. I listen closely but the diffused ound is maddening, for in fact is seems I can hear a multitude of voices whispering in rising and falling volume… though never comprehensible at all.

I shake off the feeling of dread as the scraping catches my attention again, only closer this time and on my left.

I look at the crypt that sits on a small plot of ground away from the pathway, a glittering white flash of color, a wisp of something. almost faster than my eye could register retreats beyond its furthest corner. The then issues a reverberating hollow screech far in the distance from behind me. I close my eyes, rooted to the spot and grit my teeth. Good gods this is tense, stress. Rubber-bands pulled to the breaking point, my nerves.

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Girl One.
Model: Rebecca Robinson.
Makeup: THE ORB.
Photography THE ORB.
“Girl One” copyright 2010, ORBWORXindustries.

Rebecca is an all American girl from Georgia, sweet and somewhat introverted. I decided to create an Italian film star from the early seventies..late sixties. The transformation was quite a success.

Rebecca: ”ANTHONY IS AMAZING….NEVER THOUGHT MY FACE WOULD LIKE LIKE THAT!!!”

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Edie TWIGGY Edie TWIGGY…

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INCREDIBLY DISTURBING…Weird… Humorous (in an odd sort of way)… Brilliant… Stoned!

The Cake.

60s girl group The Cake — Jeanette Jacobs, Eleanor Barooshian and Barbara Morillo — perform ”You can Have him.” originally recorded by Dionne Warwick.

Jeannette Jacobs lip syncs here, due to the fact that she was upset at the RB leanings of the new recordings. Eleanor (AKA Chelsea Lee) and Barbara actually sing… over an instrumental version of the single that was released in 1967. Jeannette has a fantastic voice that can be heard clearly in “Mockingbird.”

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Edith Minturn Sedgwick

April 20, 1943 - November 16, 1971

Another drawing of ‘Weedles.’

A very different style of drawing than my normal style, more cartoonish and hard lines based on the manhole photo shoot for the Sunday Times (London publication. 1966 by Burt Glinn.)

c. 2010 A. Flores

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On the 39th anniversary of your death, I think of you and wish you the best wherever you may be, even if stars burn out to never shine again, may even the no-thingness be sweet.

April 20, 1943 – November 16, 1971

Andy Warhol: I wonder if people are going to remember us?

Edie Sedgwick: What, when we’re dead? Andy Warhol: Yeah.

Edie Sedgwick: Well I think people will talk about how you changed the world.

Andy Warhol: I wonder what they’ll say about you… in your obituary. I like that word.

Edie Sedgwick: Nothing nice, I don’t think.

Andy Warhol: No no, come on. They’d say, “Edith Minturn Sedgwick: beautiful artist and actress…

Edie Sedgwick: …and all around loon.

Andy Warhol: …Remembered for setting the world on fire…

Edie Sedgwick: …and escaping the clutches of her terrifying family…

Andy Warhol: …Made friends with eeeeverybody, and anybody…

Edie Sedgwick: …creating chaos and uproar wherever she went. Divorced as many times as she married, she leaves only good wishes behind. [laughs]