21st of August 2014


Elizabeth Messina

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4th of October 2013


Abandoned Los Feliz Murder Mansion

It’s a murder mystery that has puzzled the Los Feliz neighborhood in Los Angeles since 1959. On the night of December 6, 1959, in a mansion that sits on a Los Feliz hilltop, Dr. Harold Perelson struck his wife to death with a hammer, severely beat his 18-year-old daughter, and then ended his own life by drinking a glass of acid. Police found Perelson lying dead on the floor next to his wife’s blood-soaked bed. He was still clutching the hammer. On a nightstand next to his bed, investigators found an open copy of Dante’s “Divine Comedy,” which was opened to Canto 1. “Midway upon the journey of our life I found myself within a forest dark, for the straightforward pathway had been lost … ,” read the passage.

For the next fifty years, the mansion would remain completely untouched and uninhabited by anyone.

A year after the gruesome murder-suicide, the mansion was sold to a couple, Emily and Julian Enriquez, who only used the 5,050-square-foot house as a storage site. Neighbors recall seeing the couple bringing boxes to the mansion, but never staying overnight. In 1994, Rudy Enriquez inherited the house and, like his parents, neither stayed nor made any changes to the Perelson’s old decor.

Local neighbors and brave visitors of the Perelson mansion have shared their tales. Through grimy windows, one can see a 1950s-style television set, a Christmas tree, and neatly-wrapped gifts. The furniture is covered in a thick layer of dust and the living room remains the exact same as it was that one December night as shown in the pictures above.

Rudy Enriquez, now a 77-year old retired music manager, has refused to sell the property. The exterior of the mansion is in slow decay, and the local neighbors have had to pitch in to help maintain the property.

Though no one has been formally invited into the home, it is rumored that the mansion attracted trespassers for some time. Former neighbors have even witnessed people having picnics in the backyard. One trespasser alleges that the house is haunted and that she was bitten by a black widow spider upon trying to break in. An alarm system has been installed and, to this day, remains one of the only changes made to the Perelson’s old home.

No one knows what exactly prompted Dr. Perelson to commit those atrocities fifty years ago. Some have speculated financial woes, while others have dug up old, unconfirmed rumors of Dr. Perelson having been secretly hospitalized. All three Perelson children survived the incident, though none have been mentioned in the media since.

What remains an even larger mystery is why the current owner has left the scene of the crime almost exactly as it was in 1959.

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26th of April 2013
7th of April 2013

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They exist.
Google it ._.

20th of February 2013




On connaît tous cette tendance, mais allons JUSQU’AU BOUT du truc. Genre, pour un soir, devenons une créature de la mer et Dansons sur du mi-dubstep mi-electro90’s.



Le délire, c’est ça. Un punk de la mer.

Si tu veux en devenir un, vieeeeens par là, bébé…

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15th of December 2012
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4th of July 2012

Are future scientists … to be found by chance among the most serious students who apply themselves, the winners of prizes and the winners of competitions? At times, yes, but not always… . A good deal more worthy of preference by the clear-sighted teacher will be those students who are somewhat headstrong, contemptuous of first place, insensible to the inducements of vanity, and who being endowed with an abundance of restless imagination spend their energy in the pursuit of literature, art, philosophy, and all the recreations of mind and body. To him who observes them from afar. it appears as though they are scattering and dissipating their energies, while in reality they are channeling and strengthening them. — Ramon y Cajal


The artform of tattooing precedes human civilization or written language. The earliest tattooing instruments were made out of bone and dated to be from the Upper Paleolithic era. These ladies from the late 19th-20th century turned themselves into a skin an ink mural, either inspired by Polynesians or Native Americans they had met, or just in order to make a living in a side show. What they did was verging on taboo, revealing so much skin, and exhibiting such a primarily masculine body decoration. Irene Woodward, one such lady, is freaking awesome. “Her dad died during a Native American raid in 1879, but the attackers were frightened by Irene’s tatts and released her and her brother.” Nora Hildebrandt claimed the pain of tattooing blinded her. Having never gotten one myself, I wonder if modern techniques hurt as much as antiquated ones.

Here are some awesomely tattooed ladies of the late 19th-early 20th century. These pictures look so modern, since they’re not in normal garb of the era. It’s fascinating to see a cultural practice of many tribal non-western societies on Victorian women, when they are usually very prim and proper in photographs.

And here’s a bit of tattoo history:


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