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The House of Hunt traveled across five states to celebrate family, create art and have a grand adventure at Folsom Street Fair. It was my eight year anniversary of attendance at the internationally renowned event. While each year carries its own treasured memories and its own unique magic, this year I had the honor of being asked to be on the Folsom poster. The posters are almost as famous as the event itself and the opportunity to be cast as a fetishistic version of Sarah Palin was thoroughly irresistible.

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Top left to right: Lieutenant of QHG, Mr.Wizard ( Kalib DuArte), Liliane Hunt, Captain of       QHG, Tyke Puppy, Mr.Song, Second Lieutenant of QHG. Kneeling left to right: Faery 2 (Princess Cream Pie), Faery 1 (Jessi K). Image by John Goyer.

 

 

As some you may already be aware I am now residing in Portland, Oregon; Folsom is in San Francisco and the Twisted Carriage does not fly unless it’s on her own private plane. So Friday morning at 5:00 am we began a thirteen hour drive with Tyke, the Twisted Carriage, my three bio dogs otherwise known as The House of Chi and The Junkyard Pack on the back seat. Sandwiched in between them was a crate of champagne, props, costumes and my favorite wine from Willamette Valley Vineyards. My gown and fascinator sat on top of the Twisted Carriage. You may of course wonder what mischief The House of Hunt and The Junkyard Pack discussed in a car for thirteen hours. Well, aside from practicing the top secret handshake, buffing up on our lines for our even more top secret ritual and street performance, not much aside from various renditions of the HoH theme songs of which there is Tyke’s version and mine. I will let you guess who has the thoroughly irreverent version. I am not at liberty to discuss anymore other than it involves a pterodactyl.

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Far left to right: Faery 2 (Princess Cream Pie), Mr.Wizard (Kalib DuArte), Lieutenant QHG. Center: Liliane Hunt, Captain QHG, Color Guard (Paulo Batista). Image by John Goyer.

 

We arrived at our home away from home at about 8:00 pm, a charming house in San Francisco with a delightful view overlooking the City. Moments later Matt Gray friend and owner of  (Get it up Drone Video) based in Seattle and Paulo Batista Color Guard for The Queen’s Horse Guard arrived on our doorstep from San Diego.  The House of Chi announced their arrival with a chorus of barks that they reserve especially for significant occasions. Later that night Jessi K, (one of our two Faerys) arrived with a gift basket for The House of Chi.

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Left to right: Matt Gray and Tyke Puppy. Image by Pup Gadget.

After a limited amount of sleep we awoke to sunshine, coffee and more visitors. Princess Cream Pie  Faery 2, brought over a tiny new recruit to the faery division of HoH.  Needless to say he passed the audition and we look forward to his upcoming contributions. At some juncture Mr.Wizard (Kalib DuArte) appeared, he has a way of doing that without even The House of Chi noticing, he also disappears just as quickly. In all the years I have known him and in a room full of people no one has ever figured out how he does it. Just recently Captain of The Horse Guards asked me where Mr. Wizard was from.  I pondered it for a moment and answered, the universe, although that was a guess and I couldn’t be completely certain.

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Far back, left to right: Mr.Song, Mr. Wizard (Kalib DuArte), Lieutenenant QHG, Faery 2 (Princess Cream Pie), Liliane Hunt, Second Lieutenant QHG, Captain QHG. Image by MisterKen Photography.

Almost as mysterious as Mr. Wizard is the famous Mr.Song of Mr.Song Millinery.  Years ago the Post Office lost my hat for four days, it happened to be one of Mr. Song’s exquisite hats and by a twist of fate and my complete misunderstanding of time zones he answered a phone that he never typically answers.  We then became acquainted. Occasionally if the fates align and he happens to be in town, Mr. Song will hat me for the event. Thankfully, the fates did align and he arrived with earrings to match my Christian Dior choker and advice on a bent feather acquired in transit, emergency averted.

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Far left to right: Lieutenant QHG, Second Lieutenant QHG, Faery 1 (Jessi K.) Center: Liliane Hunt. Image by John Goyer.

No HoH event is complete without the arrival of The Queen’s Guard, Head of Security for the entire House. Whenever we do any public event security is essential, I have absolute confidence in his ability to handle any situation owing to the fact that since he joined the team we have not had a single situation. His arrival is announced by the deep growl of his Harley which he rides from Utah to wherever we need him. He reminds me of a cowboy from an old West movie, and he can also make very good coffee.

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Far left to right: House of Hunt Security and QG, Captain QHG . Center to right : Liliane Hunt, Color Guard Paulo Batista. Image by Roger Landon Hall.

Finally with the family together and the Junkyard Pack joining us, the festivities began. In fact the festivities continued for such a long time, that I actually had to sound the royal gong and make them go to bed. What felt like five minutes later the alarm sounded and cowboy coffee was thrust into my hand, Lord Black announced the arrival of Andrea Costigan Ortega of Salt Spell Beauty my makeup artist for the day. I will let the photographs speak for themselves, we have worked together  three times now, two Folsoms and the Folsom Poster. She has become a beautiful and enormously talented part of the family. With make-up and hair done, I was now ready for my dress.  I absolutely must take a moment to sing the praises of Valentina European Alterations. Since I moved to Portland I had obviously bid farewell to my San Francisco tailor and  with no small about of trepidation I set Tyke on the task of finding somebody capable of understanding how to tailor a formal gown. The funny thing is when I met Valentina I knew, she exuded that quiet confidence of someone who knows precisely what they are doing. When I put my gown on the morning of Folsom it slid and contoured against my skin like a custom made glove.

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Liliane Hunt, image by John Goyer.

Dress, jewelry, and boots on with fascinator in hand, we headed to the vehicle. Meeting us at our rendezvous point was our documentary filmmaker extraordinaire Roger Landon Hall of Infinite Mind Media and our entire fantastic family. Captain of The Queen’s Horse Guards at the front of my carriage dressed in a custom suit of armor made by an elite British armorer, rear guard Lieutenant and Second Lieutenant. Typically the Royal House does not responded to rumors and there has indeed been one circling that the Lieutenant of the Horse Guards is none other than the Dogtator himself.  I will neither confirm nor deny this rumor. I can confirm however that excellent caviar was served at the after party.

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Left to Right: Tyke Puppy, Lieutenant QHG, Captain QHG, Second Lieutenant QHG. Far right: The Twisted Carriage. Image by Pup Gadget.

Second Lieutenant pounded the drum and off we went to Folsom as one big happy family.  Old friends and new greeted our arrival. Depending on whether I liked them or not depended on whether they received a royally wicked apple. The sun beat down on us without mercy; she was cruel, beautiful and unforgiving as we worked our way through the crowds. One of the radiant qualities of Folsom is the diversity of the individuals one encounters, all manner of creatures in all manner of dress, “Bow for the Queen!” and “The Queen of Folsom!” were shouted as we marched onward. The faeries darted hither and thither returning each time the carriage moved away and disappearing as we stopped.

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At some juncture Mr. Wizard deemed that the ground felt right for our ritual. The carriage was brought to a halt, the ground prepared and a circle formed to summon the Lord of Beasts at Folsom. Mr. Wizard called the quarters, we did our chant and called Cernunnos to us and the hairs prickled on our skin as we heard him answer. Yes we did that, right at the front gates of Folsom, just a magical ritual from the dark forest of the Pacific Northwest. After that we left; we made our way back home with the drum sounding the heartbeat of our procession.

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Left to right: Mr. Wizard (Kalib DuArte), Lieutenant QHG, Second Lieutenant QHG,                    Faery 1 (Jessi K). Center: Liliane Hunt. Image by MisterKen Photography.

This is not where the story ends, I am not at liberty to reveal the details of the after party but only to say the case of champagne was indeed drunk in its entirety and that somebody brought vodka and caviar.

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Color Guard (Paulo Batista)

The following day we crossed the Golden Gate Bridge to the home of Nancy Peach who had generously gifted me the 15 by 10 foot painting “Liliane Hunt”.  She was constructed in six panels totaling 150 feet. Wrapped tightly and securely she was carried aloft our vehicle where she sat for the next thirteen hours. That my friends is the story of how Hunt and Junk did Folsom 2016.

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Nancy Peach standing in front of the Liliane Hunt Painting

My undying loyalty and thanks to The Junkyard Pack for taking this journey with me across two state lines and for so gallantly taking up the reigns of the Queen’s Horse Guard. Thank you to the rest of our family who worked so hard to make this such a grand affair and to the photographers that braved the fierce heat and sent me pictures! Finally last but not least thank you to Tyke, Logistics Puppy and Producer of The House of Hunt events.

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Tyke Puppy, image by John Goyer

 

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Dearest friends and followers,

I wanted to take a moment of your precious time, to address some questions and comments that have come up repeatedly over the years, in particular, following a photoshoot.

“You always look so in your photos<insert compliment>, I wish I could do that, but I am not <insert adjective>”

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Liliane Hunt Image by John Goyer

 

You can do it. Not wishing to thoroughly ruin my twistedly evil reputation, but yes anyone (even you, yes YOU) can stand in front of a camera and look beautiful. First of all, try to extract from your consciousness all those things you heard about what beauty is supposed to look like. (This also works for handsome, or any other word that speaks to your soul.) Everything you learned from television, magazines and the media in general.  Now take it all, scoop it up into a ball, open your door or window and breathe in deep. Curse, shout if it feels right, exhale and throw that rubbish as far away as possible. Wash your hands, take a shower, sage, go for a run, dance, whatever allows you to feel cleansed from the lies you have been told your entire life, because that is exactly what they are.

You are beautiful, handsome, cheeky, cute, dashing, sexy, pretty in every size, in every gender on the spectrum, in every race, every color and physicality imaginable and every damn age. It’s true, it really is. I know I have a reputation for being wicked, but you’re just going to have to trust me on this.

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Now we have sorted out why you think you can’t, let’s move on to step two!

“I would really love to take pictures like you but I don’t know how to get started.”

Find a photographer you want to work with and that you feel comfortable around. Maybe you have seen their work and think it’s awesome, or maybe you and a friend want to start shooting together.

Discuss the kind of pictures you want to take, what you feel comfortable with or not comfortable with, be upfront and candid. If you don’t know this person, try to find some background on them, people they have worked with before. Vet them.

Decide on a theme, a look, an overall idea, or just go with how the wind blows.  There are no rules.

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Liliane Hunt Image by John Goyer

I have a bit of a reputation for my outfits, but the reality is you do not need a fancy whatever to look good, you really don’t. The first dress I wore in my very first shoot came from a thrift store and, if memory serves me correctly, I think it was under $10 . If you are one of those people who struggle to find things that fit your body. I get it, I really do (I’m one of those people too). So if you are shooting from the front, pin or clamp the back, or get someone to sew you into it. No one will ever be the wiser; you wouldn’t believe how many shoots I have done with cheats like these.IMAG3876

Have fun, experiment, if clothes aren’t for you, but shooting in the buff isn’t something you feel super comfortable with either, you do have options. Body paint, fabric, draped strategically, if you are trying to do this as economically as possible, look around your home, your apartment, see what you can adapt and be creative. Take risks, sometimes they work and sometimes they don’t, it is all part of the fun.

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Liliane Hunt and Jessi K Image by John Goyer

If you are working with an experienced photographer he will likely have lighting, or have a sense of how to work with what you have at home. If this is just you and a friend starting at the beginning, teach yourself some basics, “how?” you ask, Google is your friend.  The lighting can make or break a shot so it’s always something to keep in mind.

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Image of Ed Mestre by John Goyer

Those are the basics, the rest is simply the icing. Well one more piece of advice, if you are not shooting in a studio, rather on location, or at home; take a few moments to check your space for something that you don’t want in the shot. This can be as simple as moving the sofa and discovering a dust bunny. It really is worth the time to double check.

“How did you get started in all this?”

Twenty plus years of theater both in England and the U.S. preceded my very first outing to Folsom Street Fair nine years ago, that particular adventure began with a tremendously rocky beginning.

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Liliane Hunt 2007, the beginning.

I had been grieving the death of my father, the threat of having to leave the US due to my Visa running out, and the dissolution of a four year relationship all at the same time. You might say I was miserable and quite soggy in my misery. Finally, Mr. Wizard (yes the infamous House of Hunt Wizard), suggested, in his Wizardly way, that I had been miserable long enough and now I needed to live life and go to Folsom Street Fair.  So I got up, got out of bed, put on an outfit that I felt good in, and that I had actually helped design a few months back, and off we went to Folsom. I literally had no idea what I was walking into, however I trusted Mr. Wizard. A very important quality to remember when choosing your wizard, or did he choose me? I guess we will never know. If I asked him I guarantee he would chuckle and answer the question with a question. IMG_4774

The sun was shining, I laughed for the first time in a very long time, and there were photographers. I had fun, and at some point over that evening or the next day (I forget), I ended up on the front page of The Chronicle and somewhere near Paris Hilton in the society pages of SF Luxe with the statement,  “Mistress Liliane best dressed at Folsom, some might say the only dressed.”FolsomStreetFair2007_LilianeHuntTheHouseofHunt

Now this in a nutshell started the whole ball rolling, because people started asking what I was going to do the following year. Then people started asking me to come to events in my outfits, then with my entourage, then could I do something on stage, and then what would I like to do on stage and how long for and so on… and that my friends is how it all began.

“If you could give any advice what would it be?”

When you find yourself immersed in a vat of lemon juice, I am not talking simple lemon throwing; I am talking full immersion. Keep swimming, keep moving, doggy paddle, do whatever it takes to keep moving, because sooner or later this too will pass. Sometimes the passing is that you find resolution in yourself and strength you never knew you had. Situations don’t necessarily change, but your ability to process them does. Be kind to yourself, love yourself, and nurture yourself. Find what gives you joy and do it. Be mindful of what you put in, on and around your body. Surround yourself with good people and people that call you on your stuff and nonsense when it needs to be called out. Perform an act of kindness for no other reason than to be compassionate and make this a habit. Draw your boundaries firmly and respect your boundaries. Allow love in your life in whatever form feels right, plants, animals, people it doesn’t matter allow love, give it and be open to receiving it.IMAG0130_1

Create something awesome! It doesn’t matter what it is. It could be food, music, art; it doesn’t even have to sound arty just create. Push yourself and give yourself permission to rest. Listen to your body and do not toss away the seeds of your dreams, plant them, water them and let them grow.

With many thanks and gratitude to all the amazing people in my life who have made this extraordinary journey possible. Lifetimes of gratitude to Mr. Wizard for being the very first person to believe in what I was creating and insisting I go to Folsom. So much love for the beautiful women, men (and those in-between) in my life that inspire me on a daily basis. You know who you are, cheeky, handsome, cute, pretty, sexy… YOU.

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Dearest readers,

 
I cannot begin to express how excited I am to share these images with you from my latest photoshoot. The plans began to germinate when I received a message from one of my favorite photographers, John Goyer. He wanted to let me know that he and a friend of his, Ed Mestre, would be traveling to Portland. If you have been following my work and adventures for any length of time you will be quite familiar with John’s work. Ed however, I had never worked with. He was someone I had been stalking for probably a couple of years and I am quite an admirer of his beautiful images.edmestre2
Sounds great so far right?

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Image by John Goyer

 
For those of you who know me on a personal level, you will know I am a creature of habit. When I find good people, I hold onto them. So in many ways our very first Portland shoot was beginning at the beginning with a brand new team of hair and makeup folks. After a bit of hunting and searching we found a team and a fantastic venue (or so we thought). We booked everything weeks in advance and breathed a sigh of relief. A week later hair bailed and the night before the shoot so did make-up (I kid you not). The unraveling of all our carefully laid plans began like an avalanche; our team flaked in its entirety.

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Image by John Goyer

 
Tyke handles logistics; he is in fact, head of logistics for The House of Hunt. One of the key qualities in being head of logistics for HoH is the ability to perform miracles both big and small, including but not limited to the night before a morning photoshoot. Tyke didn’t just remedy the situation, he excelled. He replaced the hair and makeup team with an even better one (who we will use moving forward) and he didn’t even tell me everyone flaked until after he fixed it and had secured a new team. That little miracle, along with securing a beautiful church built in 1882 to shoot in, earned him his five year top performer award two months early. He was gifted a Full Hunter pocket watch.

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Image by John Goyer

 

Anyway, I digress back to the shoot. My inspiration from the shoot had come from Alfred Lord Tennyson. I have always had a soft spot for Tennyson. I studied his work in college, could recite the Lady of Shallott by heart, and I grew up in the same place Tennyson did. I even looked rather a lot like Waterhouse’s painting, which I had above my fireplace gifted by the Grand Empress for my 19th birthday.

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Recently I have been journeying back to my artistic roots so to speak and rediscovering the beauty of Tennyson. I am however no longer the 19 year old girl that identified with the Lady of Shallott. She has died, long since buried and another older stronger version has been reborn again and again. Now, at just over twice her age, I cannot recount how many versions of my old self and lives there were. This shoot is symbolic of the Death card. The heroine does not mourn an unrequited love, but rather her old self which must die in order to be reborn, stronger, more resolute more fearless. It is the Death card, but also a beginning.

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Image by Ed Mestre

 
This shoot could not have been possible without the amazing team of wonderful individuals who I had the pleasure to work with. Thank you, Kelli Gasaway and Chelsea Taggart from Kelz Beauty for pulling together last minute on hair and make-up. Mascherina thank you so much, for the exquisite Victorian inspired mourning cape. To my dearest friends and photographers John and Ed, with love and my eternal thanks until next time.

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Image by Ed Mestre

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I noticed in my social media feed that Bawdy Storytelling was coming to Seattle, “That’s great,” I said, “I shall be sure to promote that”, which I did. “What a terrific lineup” I said, they have Dan Savage performing, Charlie Glickman, —— how exciting.

Then, just as I was seeing my last holiday house-guest off on the plane, a little leather puppy who handles logistics, messaged me. “So, Dixie wants to know if you are up for performing in Seattle.”

“When is it again?” I asked.Liliane Hunt & Tyke Image by John Goyer

“Six days, well to be fair it was evening so let’s say five.”

This then prompted a frantic and fruitless search for any notes from the previous Bawdy anniversary show a few years ago; only to discover that they were buried in a box in the storage unit, probably at the back, where the Yule decorations were. So I admit it I cursed, which is hardly out of line for Bawdy storytelling. Then I pondered what in the hell was I going to talk about.

In the purest of storytelling tales, I went out New Year’s Eve and a thing happened. A thing so absurd and inspiring that it became the opener for my tale and the rest, as it were, fell into place.

Bawdy Talk and Juicy DetailsThe story began with New Year’s Eve, then my childhood obsession with Beatrix Potter, jumped over to New York and the crazy story of my 29th birthday and the day I spotted the Greyhound and decided to move to San Francisco. Oh yes cavorting with wolves, hunting human foxes, forming The House of Hunt, meeting Tyke Puppy, moving to Portland and playing with faeries. I think that just about covers it.

LilianeHunt.JunkyardPackBefore the afore mentioned thing happened, I did have the fantastic idea to ask Tyke to contact Daddy Ace of The Junkyard Pack to ask if he would lend his pups for some mischief and mayhem on the Bawdy Stage. He graciously obliged not only for the stage, but also came out in full force with the rest of his family and pack. One row down the warmest site my eyes beheld, SEA – PAH. I don’t know if you recall, but a few years ago I had the pleasure of meeting the Seattle Pups and Handlers during the judging for Northwest Pups and Handlers. Not that I wish to get all sentimental, but I was just so genuinely touched that so many of them made it out to the show. It still warms my wicked heart.

LilianeHunt.Bawdy.Dixie.SeattleNow for the dirty talk. What you really want to know is what happened after the show right? You want all the juicy details of the Bawdy Orgy after each performance that follows the theme of the show (which in this case was “Bottoms Up”). Well I am sorry to leave you here hanging, but Dixie De La Tour is quite insistent on “What happens at the Bawdy Orgy stays at the Bawdy Orgy.” Only kidding, she lets us talk about it at Bawdy; you just have to come to the show!

 

Juicy Details as follows:
LilianeHunt.BawdyDan Savage is a gentleman; quiet, smart and super observant, refreshingly real, not in the least bit a diva, in fact quite the opposite. He also graciously lent me his jacket in the green room. There is nothing quite like wearing latex with a cold draft swirling around you. When Dan hit the stage you could feel the love all the way to the Green Room. His story was beautifully honest, funny and reflective. I loved it. Such a treat to hear him talk on his old home turf at the Re-bar.

LilianeHunt.CharlieGlickmanCharlie Glickman is seriously dishy and seriously funny. Did I just say that out loud?  The story he told, began at a restaurant well known for its tequila bar. If you have ever drunk tequila, you may already be shaking your head. All I can say is the tale he told was so incredible, if it was coming from anyone else you wouldn’t believe it. If he tells this story in Los Angeles, someone will turn it into a movie.

 

Dixie and Lesley Jones have told stories many times for Bawdy they are seriously funny so check them out if you ever see them in the lineup.

Princess Fancy Pants, the time keeper, LilianeHunt.Bawdy.Seattleis delightful, gorgeous and a treat to spend time with. It is always a joy to discover a like-minded soul. Also she does a thing with her posterior that is positively mesmerizing.

 

 

LilianeHunt.Bawdy.GraceLoveDrum roll, boys and girls, ladies and gentleman… if you have not yet had the pleasure of hearing Grace Love sing make it happen because she is incredible. You know when you catch sight of someone half way across a room and you both smile at the same time and then you think, “I feel like I know you” (and not in a weird way, but in a totally good way) well that is how I felt when I met Grace Love and then I heard her sing and it blew me away! Need I say more? I think not.

LilianeHunt.Bawdy.DixieThe Bawdy crew was awesome to work with, a huge thank you for them accommodating me and a pack of pups so graciously. The pups behaved or behaved as well as pups can be expected to behave, although I do believe there was an incident with Dixie de la Tour’s shoe. In fact I have no idea if Dixie got her shoe back or indeed the state of her shoe. Dixie do I owe you a pair of shoes?

LilianeHunt.Bawdy.Dixie.Seattle2And at the end of a long and delightful evening, a carriage awaited and I was escorted home by a magical assortment of creatures, no I had not been helping myself to the tequila, I am quite serious.  Flanked by the SEA-PAH family, The Evil Queen was escorted safely back to the castle. Josh steered the carriage providing knightly chivalry bar none, and Night Cat was a familiar par excellence. Special thanks to Andraste.com for the Bawdy images.

 

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Greetings from Portland, from a darkening grey sky, with barren trees laden with rain drops and me in the loft looking out past the river and to the trees beyond.  Well my friends, 2015 was quite a year, and this one is shaping up to be even more interesting than the last.

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A brief trip to San Francisco in November for some mischief with Folsom Street Fair that is all I am at liberty to say. Oh and, I am excited beyond words, I can say that.

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At the beginning of December, we were graced with a visit from the Junkyard Pack, during their anniversary weekend no less. We liked them from the first moment we met and each successive meeting layered upon the next. They are ruggedly handsome in that Pacific Northwest way.  They have excellent table manners, (which I always appreciate) and can hold a conversation that spans philosophy, horticulture, spirituality and dogs. More tails tales of our adventures at Bawdy Storytelling to come soon!

 

Yuletide festivities at The House of Hunt are cheery; we managed to find most of the décor that somehow made sense to place at the very rear of the storage when we moved last February. So after much digging, and a small amount of cursing, most of the boxes were located.

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It is so very important to celebrate the passing and coming of the seasons.  In 2014, the holiday cards made it to the hall table and that was that. So for 2015, it was doubly important to make the effort. Santa Paws was generous thank goodness!  Yule at the House of Hunt - The Grand Empress, the Evil Queen and the Junkyard Pack - Liliane Hunt and The House of Hunt

 

 

Apparently I hadn’t been too bad, or perhaps bad in a way he could appreciate. Either way, I was grateful. Thank you Santy Paws.

 

I also indulged my fetish for table décor. This seems to grow stronger with each passing season, with the acquisition of new pieces to add to my collection. Be still my Waterford crystal heart!View of the Stag - Yule at the House of Hunt - The Grand Empress, the Evil Queen and the Junkyard Pack - Liliane Hunt and The House of Hunt

Once upon a time, in a kingdom far far away, there once was a little Liliane who sat down to dinner at her Mumsie Shirley’s table. The home that had medieval bread ovens in the wall, ancient eaves and stone work, and deeds that went back to the 13th century.

As she stared up at the giant pewter stag sitting on the table, little Liliane gasped and said, “I am in a fairy tale and this exists.”

“Show Mumsie Shirley your table!” they all said this Yule.

“No.” I sighed; she is the best, the Grand Empress of the magical sophisticated soirée.  Anyway I eventually relented; she surveyed my work and gave her royal seal of approval. It is not often I hesitate, but before the Grand Empress even the Evil Queen needs a moment to collect herself.

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New Year’s Eve I attended a white ball, dressed entirely in black. What can I say, white just isn’t my color, I also didn’t ask if I could bring my dog.

“Madam is that a service animal?”

“Of course it is! After 5 years he handles logistics for my all my events, has rewritten the code for my website at least twice and can somehow (without opposable thumbs) get my hair braided and twisted into a bun. If that’s not service I don’t know what is!”

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The House Of Hunt - By Jared Mechaber

The House Of Hunt – by Jared Mechaber

 

The House of Hunt Horses- By Max Luo

The War Horses Sparta and Hexx by Max Luo

 

Preparations for our annual Folsom pilgrimage begin in January, when The War Horses Sparta and Hexx, request the Folsom itinerary. Slowly the wheels of creativity begin to churn in my mind, waiting for the spark of inspiration, that will reveal our theme for the year. This year carried a special significance, namely the seven year anniversary of my first Folsom attendance and the beginning of The House of Hunt. imagesSeven is a particularly powerful and auspicious number “seven is the number of the natural world. There are 7 days in the week, 7 notes on the musical scale and 7 directions (left, right, up, down, forward, back and center). “

 

Liliane Hunt - By John Mallery

Liliane Hunt and The House of Hunt by John Mallery

 

For my readers who have never attended Folsom, perhaps it may seem odd that I might use the word pilgrimage and consult the numerological significance of each year. However, if you have known Folsom and immersed yourself fully in its experiences, then I suspect you will know precisely what I am taking about! There are good years, great years and years that are epic.  2014 can be characterized by a single word, epic.

Liliane Hunt with Sparta and Tyke   by John Goyer

Liliane Hunt with Sparta and Tyke
by John Goyer

 

 

 

 

 

Don’t let me fool you into thinking that everything just casually fell into place.

The House of Hunt - By BoBoChee

The House of Hunt by BoBoChee

At 9:45, the morning of Folsom, just after Lori Nichols had intricately braided and twisted my hair into place for Draco, the exquisite dragon made by the milliner Mr. Song, I received the news that the makeup artist I had an appointment with was going to be a no show. By the divine grace of the Gods a super talented individual by the name of Andrea Ortega rose to the challenge of providing glamorous makeup for the Evil Queen at a moment’s notice. She did an absolutely stellar job incorporating the iridescent quality of the dragon and the purple hues of The House of Hunt colors.

Liliane Hunt - By cpony

Liliane Hunt and her War Horses by cpony

 

Picture if you will; Lori and I just after makeup discovering that our Uber driver was also going to be a no show, the gps on our phones no longer working and us running down Market Street.  Me in my floor length purple gown with the sweeping train, attempting to flag down a taxi New York style. Both of us aware that every single member of The House of Hunt was at the rendezvous point with the Twisted Carriage all geared up and waiting. Thankfully, we batted enough lemons already that morning and a cab appeared.

Liliane Hunt and Lori Nichols- By D&R

Liliane Hunt by D&R Photography

 

 

 

Lori (pictured behind the rear of my carriage) had ridden a midnight train to San Francisco. The Horses flew in from another state.  Our Security rode a Harley across two states, for two days and the Wizard rode his sports car over the Golden Gate Bridge, pointy hood flying in the wind.

I have to admit, setting out on any House of Hunt adventure feels epic. We don’t do small adventures, just big ones. Half-assed doesn’t cut it, go big or go home.  All for one and one for all, and finally The House of Hunt motto: Non Sibi Sed Suis.

The House of Hunt - By cpony

The House of Hunt by cpony

“Would you care for an apple? They are quite fresh I assure you. The Wizard collected them only this morning!”

 

Jessi K - By Acrofish

Jessi K by Acrofish

Jessi K, Lady in Waiting, head of HoH media outreach.

Tyke Puppy - By Paul Tracy

Tyke Puppy by Paul Tracy

Tyke Puppy, Crown Equerry.

HOH Security - By Acrofish

HOH Security by Acrofish

HoH head of Security, Queen’s Guard.

 

 

 

 

 

Like any relationship, it is often the trials and tribulations that bring you closer together. There is no mistaking we are a team, a fabulous eclectic family of artists and adventurers from across the country. Coming together throughout the year, to support one another in our endeavors. Creating our unique brand of fetishistic performance art, drawing on all the elements of; music, dance, costume, special effects, lighting, and theatre. Seven years ago as The House of Hunt was just beginning, the Wizard suggested I attend Folsom. Seven years later, HoH flew and drove half way across the country to celebrate our auspicious anniversary together.

The House of Hunt - By Acrofish

The Filmmaker and The House of Hunt by Acrofish

 

With heartfelt thanks to our fabulously talented filmmaker Roger Landon Hall of Infinite Mind Media, HoH is forever indebted and thrilled to announce that the 2014 Folsom video is now live!

Much gratitude to Mr. Song Millinery and the creative genius Luke Song, milliner to the Evil Queen. “Draco”, the dragon fascinator, was his exquisite creation and much admired throughout the entire event.

Lori Nichols, incredible stylist and go to lady on the big day.

If you would like to book an appointment with Lori Nichols, mention the Liliane Hunt Gold Seal of Approval, first time clients will get $5 off their next service.

Sincere thanks to Andrea Ortega who did a phenomenal job with makeup.

Many thanks to the amazing photographers who sent me the incredible images you see in the blog post.

Finally, scritches to my Tyke Puppy who is my; right hand with four paws, grammar ninja, head of logistics, Crown Equerry, and rock star puppy. Thank you.

Liliane Hunt and Tyke - RichardGreenstoneFolsom14

Liliane Hunt and Tyke by Richard Greenstone

 

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Friday night I attended the opening night party of the Gorgeous exhibition at the Asian Art Museum.  The theme for the evening was Grit and Glamour, and the dress code was to show it all off by dressing up or down.

Liliane Hunt

The Asian Art Museum is on the list of things in my life that make me just a little more whole, and a lot more sane.  From the moment I walk up the steps through the large doors and into the cool foyer, I feel as if I am I returning home.  I breathe deeply filling my lungs with the familiar air and my heart beats a little more quickly.

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Let me back up just a little here.  A number of years ago I used to work for a theatre company a few blocks away from the museum and so I became a member and the museum became my neighbor.  It was a place of meditation and thought, and a place to spend time with pieces so familiar they became like old wise friends.

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To cut a long and ambling story short, my theatre eventually closed, my membership lapsed and I was just too busy to do the item on my list of things that make me a little more whole and a lot more sane.  (Note to self here; if I am drinking too much caffeine, too stressed to do yoga and too busy to do the things that keep me sane, STOP, back up, and reprioritize.)  However I digress, two or more years passed and I visited the museum from time to time but not in the same way.  Mainly I dived in for lunch or taking friends to visit, but not wandering free and ambling wherever my instincts guided me. Liliane Hunt by John Goyer

Then Friday happened.  One thing after another uncoiled itself in such a way that fighting the chaos would have been, well stupid frankly.  Sometimes, you just have to ride the bull and go with it wherever it takes you. The bull metaphor has nothing to do with mechanical bulls, in case you were wondering.  Grit and Glamor was not something I could say no to.

 

“Are you trying to seduce my fetishistic heart with your exquisite beauty juxtaposed with grit?”

 

“Is that a challenge to my senses?”

 

Well then Museum full of wonder, I accept your challenge!  Violate and enthrall my senses!  Let’s see what you have!

Liliane Hunt at Grit and Glamor

For my fetishistic followers curious as to my costume for the night, let me to elaborate. I chose a richly embroidered Ralph Lauren jacket.  A vintage piece from the runway, my choice was deliciously inspired by the exquisite metal work and sumptuous detail of the elephant seat; otherwise known as The Howdah.

My shirt was by Betsy Johnson.  It was black, full of ties, tight lacing, and my nod to grit. My belt was Moroccan and bought some years ago in New York in the meat packing district during its rebirth from meat packing to fashion, and the wrapping of an alternate kind of meat.  Our meat, food for thought indeed!  My True Religion jeans, faded and aged, a uniform of sorts, keeping things understated. Boots, much like hats and gloves are a signature of mine. Boots mean business.  Boots keep your feet and legs protected from the elements, from hidden dangers, and you can kick ass in a pair of boots both literally and metaphorically. If you need to deal with grit, wear a pair of boots I say.

Liliane Hunt by John Goyer

Here I am reminded of that oh so iconic image in the Museum’s exhibition; Christian Dior shoes, and a pair of filthy swollen feet.  The image poses the questions, “What kind of a night did this woman emerge from? Was it a night of pain or pleasure or both?”  I have to admit I am not hideously repelled by her filthy feet, so much as reminded me a little of my own misspent youth and dangerous adventures.  Whatever your adventure I go back to my previous statement, “you will always fare better in boots.”

Marilyn Minter, Strut, Collection SFMOMA

Gloves of course, black, Italian, and leather, the hands are both seen and unseen, a handshake is felt and yet touch is limited to the press of the leather against your skin.  My hat, a darling little top hat with a veil that touches the bridge of the nose.  The veil, what is seen and unseen appears as a striking metaphor to much of the captivating photography. Marilyn 28 yrs old, Las Vegas Nevada $30, so powerful, so profound an image.  The subject matter challenges you to look and see the person behind the role of the streetwalker, or cross dresser.  Who is she?  I am limited to this image, the angle it was taken and the expression on her face.  She presents as female so that is something of the story she tells you.  Her eyes keep you transfixed with their beauty, their sadness and their survival.

Marilyn, 28 years old, Las Vegas, Nevada $30.www.sfmoma.org

I could continue, but frankly the whole premise of the exhibition is that it’s really not about what anyone else thinks, it’s about what you think. What is gorgeous to you and where does it come?

So that’s your tease from The Fetishist.  If you can make it, I urge you to go and let me know what you think.

Bravo to the curators Allison Harding and Forrest McGill for a phenomenal exhibition.

Friday night I returned home, my membership renewal for 2014 was in the mail the following morning.

 

P.S. I took the Gorgeous Artwork Quiz and ….

“You are Elephant seat (howdah)

Regal yet decidedly sensuous, you command attention wherever you go. You value high service, quality craftsmanship, comfort and opulence—your tastes are beyond exquisite. If you have one flaw, it would be your supercilious nature: You can come off a bit arrogant and ‘above it all.’ Still, you have class and gentility to spare, and those who meet your sky-high expectations are lucky to bask in your dazzling light.”

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