Eau de Jo

When I was a kid I had this incredibly vivid dream--that I was in a museum looking at a diorama of an Aztec priest about to bring a knife down on a human sacrifice laid out on an altar. Then I somehow entered the body of the priest, and brought the knife down, cracked open the sacrifice's chest (which required great strength, and I remember the bizarre feeling of the ribs sliding and cracking and scraping my hands), pulled out the heart, and held it, still throbbing, up to the sun while blood ran down my arms.

So, you never know what's behind a pretty costume.



Photo by Ed Barnas



Photo by Ted D'Ottavio