I figure I should update this blog at least once a year.
I’ve been putting off posting this because I’ve been pretty lazy recently, but on Sunday my dad and I went to the Greenwood/ Knights of Pythias Cemetery in Philadelphia. He actually picked this one out, as he had seen it on The Unquiet Tomb, a similar urban exploring blog he found. Although it was significantly more run-down at the time of the post, it was very nice when we saw it.
The first thing we saw was this nice building in front. A woman walked out of it as we were walking into the cemetery and confirmed we were allowed to be there. It was labeled as an office. My dad suggested towards the end of our visit that we sneak in there, to which I replied it seemed like a bad idea and that he significantly over-estimated my reckless abandon. If my fashion alter ego is named Tailor Thrift, my adventuring alter ego is almost certainly named Reckless Abandoned.
Anyway, the cemetery was mostly fixed up and had some beautiful statues that we observed.
I don’t really know what this was.
And around the back.
There were a couple of openings in large thickets that lead to different areas. This particular one just lead to the edge of the cemetery.
Some of the stone were overgrown, but most that were overgrown were almost impossible to find. It looks like they’re doing a pretty thorough job of restoring the cemetery.
A hidden stone.
One of the eerier things we found were two rows of stones that were clearly misplaced from their bodies. It was strange seeing them so close together and disorganized.
This one looks like they might have found a home for it, hence the label.
Anyway, not too much to say about this place. The cemetery was nice, but it wasn’t quite as interesting as many of my recent explorations. I like that my dad put in the effort to find this place, and hopefully I’ll get to go exploring again with him this summer.
I basically did nothing today, which almost starts to even how busy of a month I’ve had. I got into Philly at about 2 am, and surprisingly my entire family was still awake. I fell asleep while talking to Sonya online and for the first time in a while, I woke up when my alarm went off as opposed to before it. I was pretty tired.
Necklace — don’t remember
Shirt — Tommy Hillfinger, my brother’s
Skirt — thrifted ($1!)
Shoes — Lulu’s
I’m really glad to be home, but I am also very appreciative of having the ability to travel around the East coast and see all the people I care about. In the past month, I’ve seen Shane, Gil, Kevin, Alyssa, Laura, Vicky, Liza, Maura, Becca, Morgan (twice!), Marlise, Steve, Amelia, and Alex while traveling. That doesn’t even include Dan, Andrew, Mike, and Andy, who all live around here.
Back to the fashion though: I managed to actually get dressed (well, you know, sometimes I forget to do that), and my mom salvaged one of my brother’s shirts that he was going to give away. I scooped it right up, because that’s how I roll. In drag, basically.
On a similar note, I also attempted to wear suspenders with this outfit. I belted it, and it looked awkward, so I thought to myself, “What’s less awkward than a belt? Suspenders, of course!” I feel bad for people who have to look at me sometimes.
So what’s on the agenda for this week? Working Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, and Saturday, potentially a piano concert at the Mann on Thursday with Dan, Andrew, and others, the Franklin Institute with a few interns on Friday, and looking at the Philadelphia Metropolitan Opera House with my dad on Sunday (from the outside, unfortunately). My parents were pretty unhappy about the psychiatric hospital adventure in hindsight due to safety issues, but most of the other places I intend to visit are not inside buildings, so I suppose their concerns about building collapses are moot now.
Well, I’m going to continue to be hustled by Liza and decide what to be for Halloween now. There are rumors (that I started) about a group Buffy costume, so I would be Willow. As for the other night (or nights, depending on your lifestyle choices), I am considering Robin Sparkles from How I Met Your Mother or Alice in Wonderland at the moment.
Hi NDAD readers! If you’re wondering why my blog looks like a lot of pictures of old, rusty objects and not a lot of glamorous fashion shots, it’s because I have started blogging about my urban exploration adventures in addition to my fashion and crafting pursuits. If you are looking for fashion-specific posts, check out the tabs up top or click on the following links for outfits, polyvore sets, fashion inspiration, and of course, DIYs. If you like creepy, abandoned places, check out the adventuring tab or my urban exploration summer bucket list.
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Continuing my two-part posts on the most exhausting and exhilarating weekend ever is #6 on my urban exploration bucket list, Holy Land, USA. Holy Land, USA was a theme park closed in 1984 for renovations that never re-opened when the creator died in the midst of the changes. While I had it in my head that there would be rides — not necessarily roller coasters, but smaller rides — it was actually just an entire hill composed of miniature replicas of biblical-era towns and houses. More on that later.
I arrived on Slocum Road, where the entrance was, at about 10:50 am on Sunday after what was about a three-and-a-half hour drive. Since I had about fifteen minutes to spare, I sat on a boulder right next to this lovely message, “LOVE GOD,” and ate my lunch.
The entrance was an ominous gate just beyond a Star of David pole with the word “SHALOM” etched on the base. Shalom means either peace, hello, or goodbye in Hebrew.
Just inside the gate was the famous (well, famous to certain Redditors) headless and handless Jesus statue. Beneath it, it read: “Come to me all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.” Seemed strange for a theme park, but then again most theme parks don’t have headless statues of religious figures just beyond their gate, so what do I know?
Next came the replica. We walked along a paved path that bordered a hill covered in replicas. They were in variable states of disrepair. Herod’s (king of the Jews) Palace was one of the ones in better condition. Further down there were more and more unnamed structures.
Julian, his friend Rachel, and I climbed through the grass, between the replicas, and up the rocks towards the top of the hill.
This may have been a catacomb replica. It was not labeled.
Also, there were tons of biblical verses just left “lying around.” Sometimes they were attached to houses or statues but other times they were just left near other exhibits. This one read, “It is… a wholesome thought to pray for the dead that they may be loosed from sins.” Again, this is not the peppiest theme park I’ve ever been to.
The concrete structures held their shape better than the regular houses.
I don’t know what “You have made it” is supposed to mean, but I liked it a lot.
I didn’t know what this was. Rachel or Julian suggested it might be a light. That sounds pretty plausible.
This was the view from the top of the hill over Waterbury.
There were also three giant crosses at the top of the hill. I said they looked like actual-sized crosses, although Julian said they were likely too big for people. Neither of us are experts of crucifixion, and I really don’t want to Google that, so I’m just going to leave that mystery unsolved.
Here is the larger cross that Rachel said used to light up but was replaced recently.
There was graffiti on the cross dedicated to Chloe Ottman, the sixteen-year-old girl murdered there in 2010. She is only two years younger than me, which was strange. I don’t usually care for graffiti because I think it detracts from the beauty of decaying places, but in this case, I thought it was quite nice.
Perhaps more catacombs? It turned out that we had completely skipped this on the way up and only found it on the way back down from the hill. It was no more than a few feet from Herod’s Palace.
Inside the cage-like area, Julian pointed out an electrical outlet.
Here is Rachel and me. Yes, I Instagrammed. Trust me, if you saw the original, you would think I needed a filter, too.
I suggested to Julian that my parents should make one of these (“This is my beloved Son in whom I am well pleased”) for my brother. Whatever, I thought it was funny.
Somehow I don’t think this station was about acceptance of homosexuality…
Ancient ruins recreated for modern use that become ancient ruins again…
This was probably an old parking lot of sorts. It reminded me of Centralia a bit.
Julian passed by this building and said, “This was the chapel.” It didn’t look very chapel-like, so I asked him how he knew. Turns out it was written in large print on the front. Go figure.
On the side of the chapel.
A relative of creator John Greco, I’m assuming…
And one more shot of the entrance as we were leaving.
And here was perhaps my favorite quote. What is actually says is, “He reawakened the enthusiasm of love when love was at a low ebb,” but I choose to read, “Here awakened the enthusiasm of love when love was at low ebb.” That’s what you get from a non-religious person visiting a religious theme park: Subjective interpretation.
And finally Julian’s very manly bruise and Rachel just looking cool. I miss that kid already.
We had some time to spare before Julian had to go to his volunteering so we stopped a nearby diner for various types of pudding. It was actually rather jarring how, as we drove to the diner from what could be described as a “not so nice part of town” to a very cute suburban area, the scenery changed in less than a few minutes. That’s Connecticut for you: One of the richest states but one of the worst income gaps.
So after what added up to an almost five-hour drive home (including stops), I was happy to be back, and I happily fell asleep at 9:30 pm because that was one hell of a weekend. Next weekend is up to Rochester for Marlise’s birthday and hopefully checking out the abandoned psychiatric hospital. I think I’ll save the abandoned subway for the school year.
Wow! So I had a ridiculously busy weekend. So busy it’s going to be detailed in two posts. Anyway, it all started Friday, when I got on a bus at 10 am to meet Becca in NYC at 12:30. We (sweated and) grabbed some pizza, and then we head off on the (sweaty) NYC subway (where we saw a sweaty Rachael Dratch) to go to the (sweaty?) Metropolitan Museum of Art.
To be honest, I am not the biggest fan of art museums, so while I did enjoy the Cyprot art, the rest of it didn’t really hit the spot for me. What I did love, though, was the exhibit on punk fashion. There was no photography allowed in the exhibit, so Becca, being the amazing friend she is, covered me while I snapped a few pictures. Below are a few of the Vivienne Westwood designs on display there.
I believe this one below was Versace but I actually don’t quite remember. There were a ton of big name designers featured: Chanel, Alexander McQueen, Versace, even Prada (although Prada’s looks weren’t very punk).
After eating some ice cream on the steps of the Met Blair Waldorf-style, we lazed around in Central Park for a few hours. Then we decided to meet Morgan a bit early in Brooklyn, so we went to Brooklyn, but decided we wanted to check out the Brooklyn Bridge, so we went back to Manhattan, but then we decided we wanted to ride the Staten Island Ferry, but then we just decided to hang out in Battery Park and watch the sunset. I think one of the best things about how Becca and I work together is how decisive we are.
Below is me with the Statue of Liberty in the distance.
Necklace — Anthropologie
Top — my mom’s
Shorts — thrifted as pant, altered into shorts
Shoes — Anthropologie
Here is Becca doing her thang. This is my blog and I can say what I want. I think Becca is the first of my female friends to be featured on an adventure with me on here. Cool.
And here is the ferry we never took. Really though, I wasn’t too disappointed that we didn’t get to take the ferry after that one episode of Grey’s Anatomy with the ferry accident. Yikes.
We eventually did end up in Brooklyn to see Morgan. We grabbed sushi at a cute little place near her house (with an awesome photobombing guy) and then headed to a nearby pub called Beast.
Also in Brooklyn we found a tiny bookstore and I saw a book that said FASHION in giant letters on the front in the window and knew I had to have it. It was $15, but every page has something interesting on it. I picked out a few random pages to feature here, but honestly it didn’t matter which one I picked because they were all awesome.
The night ended when we headed back to Becca’s house in the suburbs late at night, running from the subway to the train, and we slept for a few hours before waking up at 6 am to head back into the city and take the bus home. I arrived back in Philadelphia around 10:45 am where I had just enough time for a much-needed shower and a quick nap before I headed to work at the zoo.
Faith Lehane is one of my favorite characters on Buffy the Vampire Slayer. As a main character, often I thought Buffy was too boring. Too pretty, too preppy, too likely to do the right thing. Most of the time, Willow, Buffy’s trusty sidekick, filled the void for me, as she was dependable but strange. She had more visible flaws and more relatable problems. (Click here for my post on Willow’s style.)
Faith, however, was a new breed of slayer. She was strong but conflicted. She didn’t always do the right thing, and she never said sorry. Also, she had awesome style.
Faith wore rocker-girl tees and pants. She managed to show a little skin but in a tomboyish way. She was stylish and cool in all the ways that Buffy wasn’t, which is part of what made her a fantastic foil.
Faith stuck to dark colors — black, navy, and brown — but she often also wore dark shades of red. I know Joss Whedon, the creator of the show, often uses subtitles in his direction to imply or represent certain themes, so perhaps it represented her bottled up rage.
For Faith, I designed two Polyvore sets. The first features all of her favorite colors with of course a deep red biker jacket with a feminine flare at the bottom. Her muscle shirt is masculine yet shows off her arms, as Faith is often seen doing on Buffy. I picked a cross shirt because, well, she’s a vampire slayer. Duh. The leggings are slashed because I thought that would be a more modern twist on the 90′s badass chick.
The second outfit is a fuchsia dress rather than a deep red. It has a deep neckline because I was trying to recreate the 90′s cowl-neck look. Her clutch is similar to the one from the outfit above because I couldn’t imagine Faith with anything but a studded, dark clutch. Her shoes are dramatic, tall, and badass.
Well, that’s it for now. I just really like Faith, okay?!