Paramount Plaza is another one of those bonus-plazas like Liberty Plaza, a public/private space required to be open to the public 24/7. Occupy Broadway is a 24 hour occupation from 6PM Dec. 2 to 6PM Dec. 3. Enjoy the show with Ben Shepard of Time’s Up, Reverend Billy, the Rude Mechanical Orchestra and a cast of thousands. No one can tell the difference between spectators and participants.
Santacon in NYC has gotten so massive that it starts out with the Santas gathering in 11 different locations around the city. I chose the one in my neighborhood, at Sarah D. Roosevelt park.
Some zombies are casual about their commitment to zombiedom, others like this zombie mom go whole hog, doling out the fake blood to her semi-willing spawn like cherry cough syrup.
Son of Zombie Mom.
Reporter from the NY Post, on the left, gets into the spirit.
No eyes for me.
Fully committed to the cause.
Fifth Avenue shopping spree.
Zombie Good Book in front of St. Pats.
Zombie smoke took some hearty squirts of by beet juice blood to her face. What a committed zombie.
Zombie Desert Storm
More of my Zombiecon photos on Flickr
A test of some zombie makeup. It’s all natural: boiled mochi rice flour and green clay, with streaks of burnt cork for that Bar-BQ taste.
It washed out nicely with warm water, Dr Bronner’s and a scrub cloth, leaving the skin refreshed and my pores clean.
Here’s the disgusting effect in use, yesterday. The red is beet juice mixed with boiled sweet rice flour. I streaked burnt cork directly on my skin before applying the rice and clay goop.
Photo credit: unknown zombie
All Natural Zombie Makeup Recipe:
Mix 1/2 cup of mochi rice flour, with 1 cup of cold water, eliminate any lumps with a fork. Slowly pour into 2 cups of boiling water. Stir constantly for about 2 minutes over a low flame. This is easiest if you have two people, but can be done by one with dexterity. Take it off the flame and stir occasionally until it is cool.
Be careful, keep the pot on low flame, this starchy pudding will bubble like lava and burn you badly if your hand is too close to the surface. It is hotter than boiling water, and sticks to your skin. Use a long wooden spoon, kitchen gloves, long sleeves, safety glasses, lab aprons, or bio-hazard suit, whatever your adult supervisor thinks prudent.
You can mix this half and half with beet juice to make thick sticky edible blood. The beet pulp also mixed half and half, made a fine sticky scabby looking mess for applying around fake wounds. Beet juice will stain your clothes, but it hasn’t left a stain on my skin yet.
Mix in about 4 to 6 tablespoons of green facial clay with about 1 cup of the pudding for the basic zombie skin. This will stick very firmly and shrinks as it dries. wrinkling your skin hideously in the process. Then slowly, bit by bit it cracks and falls off, leaving you probably unwelcome on a friend’s couch without a prior shower.
You could probably substitute high-gluten wheat flour, corn starch, or even any old flour in your kitchen for the mochi rice flour, probably with the same proportions. But that is your experiment. The result should be sticky, smooth and translucent. It’s a starch pudding without the added sugar.
Everything did wash off, with scrubbing. The rice gluten in my hair required two showers. The burnt cork around my eyes gave me the hardest time, considering I had to use soap to rid myself of the raccoon eyes.
Since 1926 New York City has had cabaret laws that make it illegal to dance in bars and restaurants without a dance license. There are less than 150 venues with this license in the five boroughs.
Dance Parade Protests NYC Cabaret Laws
The protesters want the city to repeal the ban, which the state Supreme Court’s Appellate Division upheld in February in a ruling against the Gotham West Coast Swing Club and several other plaintiffs.
New York’s restrictive dance laws have been on the books since 1926, at the height of the Jazz Age, when they were passed in part to stop interracial public dancing while enforcing a Prohibition-era definition of “public lewdness.”
To this day in New York’s five boroughs, it is illegal to get up and move your body to a rhythm in any locale where three or more people congregate and food or drink is served _ unless the business obtains a dance license. – AP
A couple of minutes of the Greenwich Village Halloween Parade from the inside. My first You Tube video, and the first time I tried shooting video on my digital camera. Hopefully I’ll get better at it.
One Night of Fire – A travelling party that went from the middle of the Brooklyn Bridge to the Coney Island Boardwalk.
Stilt dancer on the Brooklyn Bridge.
On the Coney Island Boardwalk.
My friend Chris did a spectacular fire show, breathing great gouts of fire to tremendous applause, but my camera’s battery was getting low causing a very long delay between pushing the button and the camera actually taking the photo, resulting in a bunch of very dull post fire-blast photos.
The ever great Hungry March Band.
Dancing to the sounds pumping from the Bio Diesel bus.
Breathing the smoke of some giant sparklers.
Duct Tape beauty at the Paping Soapbox Derby – Near the Brooklyn Heights Promenade. I asked this guy if there was a prize for the ugliest racer, he said no, but there is one for the most artistic. View Large
Spills, and thrills but no chills. It was a hot, humid, drizzly day.
Bug fix – A lot of the race cars needed repairs after every run down the hill. And there were many runs down the hill. They raced round-robin style two at a time, so each vehicle (if it survived) went down the hill at least a dozen times. This “birch beetle” won most artistic.
The Cabinet of Death took a couple of tumbles. No injuries happened as far as I know. View Large
Good thing the guy on the little red wagon was well armored, he even had a spine protector. The other one was able to replace the bike wheel, and according to one of the folks at Paping: “Morgan in his refrigerator door/bike parts mobile was in a huge lead when the cops came and threatened to throw us all in the “paddy wagon”. We gave the trophy to him.”
The sole function of the guy in the back is to brake, by standing on a piece of wood that drags against the pavement. Good thing he never fell off.
Hereâ€™s the plan: We meet in Minneapolis in late July with sections of our raft in tow. We piece together our pontoons and fill them with salvaged blocks of foam. We make it beautiful and tie on anything that floats, adding it to our junk armada, our anarchist county fair, our fools ark. Our precious cargo is everything we hold dear: pieces and parts of the culture we are already creating. Our zines and puppets, sewing projects and poster campaigns. Mutant bicycles and punk rock marching bands. Plus our thoughts and dreams and irrepressible energy.Together we float down the Mississippi river, as far as we canâ€”all the way to St. Louisâ€”anchoring here and there to perform, give workshops, and create the big huge stinking spectacle we wished would have stopped in our hometowns. And at each place we invite anyone to contribute performances or workshops of their own.
Our flotilla is built green with precycled materials, rainwater collection, solar ovens, and steam calliopes. If we make it right everything will run on sunshine and french fry grease. We want a floating garden, a bicycle-powered sound system, and wind-powered lights. We want to steal hippie technology from the hippies.
We are a small group of people with extensive experience making big insane projects. In the past we have taken 20-person bands to Mexico, pulled off town square-sized guerrilla theater in Berlin, and fed hundreds of people with garbage and love. We know this idea is ridiculous and impossible. Thatâ€™s why weâ€™re obsessed with it.