JIMMY VARGAS..."REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"...LURE OF THE FORTIES SIREN

All the while she stalked and serenaded me with a phantom torch tune that I’d coined so long ago, honey lamenting the lachrymorose riff of my torch hymn ‘The Girl You Left Behind’ and she claimed it as hers by the satanique shimmer of my black stockings, lily fragrance and sorceress’ candles .

And I held on to that song like a lost lover’s memento, a scapula en-knotted, giving me holy water and hope but chokin’ me also.

She, this Shadow Bride, would usher forth on the chain-draggin’ melodies that cranked out of a trashcan jukebox, inveiglin’ me thru the gaseous whirly colours, into my neon haven.

And there she took on the doppelganger images of swing sisters and dead Hollywood sirenes… Lupe Vélez, Nita Naldi and Rita Hayworth, femme fatales and Black Dahlia doppelgangers, all women to whose heels I had once paid penance.

She flitted thru broken cabarets that I too haunted, and her hell raven curves would curse, peeka-booin' out of the slits of Chanel A-line skirts, her garter-belt sling shotting sexual innuendo, with her orbs materialising out of the diamond cat eyes from the back of her black- seamed Schiaparelli stockings, hypnotise hissin' me a route 666 to my yet unrealized hell...

© JIMMY VARGAS 2000 / 2011

From his multimedia dvd / E-Book 
“MY SHADOW BRIDE

Photo: Czerny / Vargas

JIMMY VARGAS "REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"...LURE OF THE FORTIES SIREN

Psycho swangin’ through charity dump stores and flea joints for my  be-warped fix of bop 78’s and Hollywood fetish and cheese- cake pulps: Cabaret, Black Stocking, Wink and Whisper, snappin' em up all for a quarter each.

Creched tween the pages of ‘Black Stocking’ was a holy Voto of my Shadow Bride, in forties serge hard chic, a holy harlot in a temple brothel. The Virgin Mary a melancholic blue seraphim behind her.

  My Bride’s fingers loeuvering open a red velvet veil,

  slashed in a vaginal curse. 

  

Three flamed black candles smoked before her,

 bowing to her dark majesty, her chapeaux veiled with

  three holy rings on its’ peak declaring the Gnostic trinity of the tease the torch and the noir. 

I crested it in my zoot pocket above my heart line as a talisman.On the way out, I scooped up for an extra dollar a Zippo lighter that yielded tricks in its flint.

The Zippo was a gun, a salute, a connexion to a ritual, my torch as I stumbled thru those first three decades in spirit dyslexia.

And when I flicked my torch, that Shadow Bride, ushered forth, shimmerin’ cobra-hipped on its ether 

 fragrance of lily of the valley perfume and cordite. 

© JIMMY VARGAS 2000 / 2011

From his multimedia dvd / E-Book “MY SHADOW BRIDE

Release date April 21 2011

Photo: Czerny / Vargas

JIMMY VARGAS "REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"..LURE OF THE FORTIES SIREN

                                      1958–1992:

PART FOUR


IN defiance to the era of hippies and fagellahs into which I’d been flung, I pilfered mementoes from the maze veils of 40’s Americana… Anything to connect me to my unfinished life, boosting bottles of ‘Auerbach’s Million Dollar Hair Tonic’ quiffing back my black hair in tribute to the Roccoli zoot suiter I always knew I was.

Psycho swangin’ through charity dump stores and flea joints, of the skid row  for my bewarped fix of bop 78’s and Hollywood fetish and cheese- cake pulps, trying to get a glimpse of her.

© JIMMY VARGAS 2000 / 2011

    From his multimedia dvd / E-Book “MY SHADOW BRIDE

  Photo: Chrysler / Vargas

JIMMY VARGAS "REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"...LURE OF THE FORTIES SIREN

 She was there at the crossroads of my last breath of my last life...And the first of what I call this ‘gimcrack’ one.

She, a selongacious beauty, narcotisin’ melancholy and her sex in my veins,

Her voice etched in my other consciousness, a honey hush whisper… 
“Wait for me Jimmy”.

A vamptress with sin satin talons, flarin’ above the coronade of 
her viper tresses,

Alurin’ me by her mystical  flamenco and a funereal lily parfum,

A beaut-evil nightmare.

Stokin’ this my fortease fetish.

Trying to reconnect me with the religiosity of a past life that I never got to complete.

I didn’t know whether she had conjured me or I 
had summoned her,

And for thirty years she stalked and haunted me 
in phantasmic reverie.

Never of the real, just an amorphic veil…

I call her my Shadow Bride.

© JIMMY VARGAS 2000 / 2011

From his multimedia dvd / E-Book 
“REQUIEM FOR MY SHADOW BRIDE"

Photo: Torren / Vargas

JIMMY VARGAS..."TALLULAH'S BOUDOIR"

The Jimmy Vargas teaser to his music video "Tallulah's Boudoir" from his multi-media DVD installation  "Torchin' at Tallulah's", featuring his forties fetish muse Natassia Minx.
Filmed by Jimmy Vargas and Peter Moore.
(C) St.Syr 2010

THE GNOSTIC FETISH OF MISS NATASSIA'S VESTMENTS....(2)

Those shimmering noir stockings that snake her limbs are seamed as a mandallah of the black silver cord, the life-force which caches our specialized soul caste from aeon to aeon.  

Her gorgeous gams, hosiery and skyscraper heels, such perfection that they are, are so regarded as the totem, the flag of our cause, that we even have a silhouette of those, her silk limbs on the top of all letterheads, in our earthly correspondence.

Her soft pink Girdle of Venus, that binds her womb is both a sash declaring dark re-birth, and also acts as an astrological appointment, that protects her as she flitters between the veils of the earth, the sun and the moon, the galaxy of Saturn and Jupiter.

(C) JIMMY VARGAS 2005 / 2010

(From the JIMMY VARGAS Book "Torchin at Tallulahs"

Multi media DVD out now on RESEARCH PUBLICATIONS.

Photo by JIMMY VARGAS / ROBERT TAYLOR)

JIMMY VARGAS...MISS NATASSIA's FORTEASE FETISH TEMPTATIONS

Miss Natassia's private domicile is a 1940's Fifi stocking box.

She arises forth each evening shivering out of the web sheen of the black fumant hosiery at ready to serve as both muse, and hostess to TALLULAH'S BOUDOIR Inc.

And there at the burst of each moonglow Miss Natassia, my hostess of moirologia hails over the peak of the city on Angels Flight, her sheer black bat-wing scarf, whipping around her in the Santa Ana mistral, laughing, curring, like a victorianique vampira, uttering the essences, memories and energies of these forties totems into life.

(C) JIMMY VARGAS 2005 / 2010...From his multi-media dvd book "Torchin' at Tallulah's"
Photo by JIMMY VARGAS / ROBERT TAYLOR

JIMMY VARGAS...SINTRODUCING THE MUSE OF TALLULAH'S BOUDOIR

The terpsichorean muse, who assists me in the day to day affairs of TALLULAHS inc, is the very divine Miss Natassia "Minx".

In her former American incarnation she was feted as Joan 'Kitty' Bennet. 

Joanie was a celebrated Hollywood soubrette herself, who had once strutted and slinked the Scarlet Streets of Los Angeles during it's gilt epoch, and as a result of exercising her free libidinous nature beyond the leer of the lens, tragically endured a righteous basting by the Hollywood machine that pimped her as such, and she was inevitably served up as a Sancta-Martyr-Harlot to low Pentecostal America and the Hearst tabloids that bayed blood and brought about her very public broiling.

Joan / Natassia's spirit has neither weathered nor withered however, but beams beatific as a glorious icon of forties fetish.
Because of Miss Natassia Minx's unique pedigree of glamour and noir as exercised in both private and public life, (for instance her ‘hosierotique’ domination of onscreen Romeos such as Warner Brother's Edward G. Robinson, and her very public cuckoldry of Husband / Director Walter Wanger,) she has earned the highest berth in my Tallulah’s Boudoir corporation, as the patroness of Hollywood Mannequins and Den Mother of all the showgirls we have here in our cabal.

Pictured in traditional gold sepia is my muse in her original incarnation as Joan Bennett out at the Academy Award 1941 with producer / husband / cuckold bait /  Walter Wanger.

And the second sepia blue pix of her as Natassia Minx in Astral form. Pixed by myself with a 1946 Capotromantic camera.

Oh yes, you may note that the treasured chinchilla coat she bears on her alba shoulders goes everywhere with her. It was a staple of her wardrobe in both her former flesh life and now in her new Ghostess incarnation as she haunts across the Hollywood death veil.

© JIMMY VARGAS 2005 / 2010

Excerpt from his Book “TORCHIN AT TALLULAHS”

Available as an E-Book on his multi media dvd “TALLULAHS”

(RESEARCH PUBS…SAN FRANCISCO)
Sepia Blue Photo by JIMMY VARGAS / ROBERT TAYLOR