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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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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 and blessings from me to you! Whatever you believe (or don’t) there is an indisputable truth, at least in the Northern Hemisphere, that winter has been left behind and spring is finally here. Purple Orchid 2 - Liliane Hunt

 

Aside from the plethora of pastel (of which I have an intense and violent dislike), March hare madness chicks and chocolate… What has any of this got to do with me or you?  Well, we shall see.

 

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I have recently found myself reentering the world of social media and news after taking a hiatus to move to Portland. One of the things that struck me upon this reentry is how, in spite of our ability to immediately connect with the world and be in constant contact, it is so easy to become an isolated island. Believing implicitly in the lie that somehow everyone has this life thing neatly sorted out and that somehow out of sheer bad luck, you missed the bus.images The point I am trying to make here is that regardless of which side of the playing field you are standing on, at some point it is shady, at some point it is sunny, and at some point you’re likely to get soaked. Well, less likely if you are living in California, but you get my point.

 

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After my last blog post I received some really insightful comments and paying attention to “nature’s rhythms” has remained in my mind. The comments are still there if you are curious, right at the bottom of “Go Ahead and Pinch Me’.  Anyway, back to the rhythm of life as it were. Spring is a time of rejuvenation. Seeds of hopes and dreams are being planted and the darkness of winter is disappearing. As I prepared to lay the table for my Spring Equinox, I began by polishing the wood of my table and chairs. It was the first time in months that the wood saw a tin of polish and felt a hot, warm breath and I began by polishing and manifesting from the wood up. My table has a story which at some point I will share with you. It has a symbolism that extends far beyond, “it’s pretty”. Which to quote Shania Twain, “Never did impress me much.”

 

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As I may have mentioned in the previous post, the loft where I now reside with my LBD (little black rescue dogs)  on the South Waterfront district of Portland Oregon, (It makes me smile every time I say that) has 20 foot floor to ceiling windows. During the day I raise the blinds for the plants and the dogs and I to catch the sunlight.

 

Throughout the course of laying the table, I cannot tell you how many people came by the window to stop and stare. Intention - Liliane Hunt

 

Intention is a powerful thing and for whatever reason people were drawn to it. It is a funny thing how many conversations I have had with complete strangers who were drawn to the windows.

 

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I must also mention what wonderful creatures dogs are. They often perceptively sniff the air and decide a person’s energy does not smell to their liking, and let out a distinct sound to say, “You may leave now!”

 

The effect of their barking is almost immediate and it makes me smile and give thanks to my ever vigilant watch dogs.

 

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The table was laid with the intentions of my hopes, the pieces spoke, and their desire to be a part of the celebration was heard. The seeds were planted and then an almost immediate reminder, the need to reach out and connect.

 

And so, here it is from me to you, a reminder, a gentle nudge, or giant shove if you need it.It is a great time to plant hopes and dreams starting with good and healthy intentions. Reach out to friends, family, and loved ones to check in.

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To The House of Hunt, I love you one and all!

 

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I have readers from all over the world that follow my blog and so I wanted to avail myself of that opportunity to take a moment for the LGBT folks and their allies in Indiana.  On behalf of myself and The House of Hunt, you are in our thoughts and you have our support.

 

Let us hope the bitter seeds of discrimination may be washed away and replaced by something resembling respect and equality.

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Audit

Well dear friends, it has been awhile indeed since I last wrote and we last spoke. Just after Folsom 2014, I was summoned with a random tax audit. Thankfully, I have always been fastidious about such matters. So as tedious as it was it was fine, and went without a hitch.

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No matter how wicked you are in life; always remember to do your taxes. If you do plan on being especially wicked, it would be a good idea to make a special note of this; remember the only thing the notorious gangster Al Capone was ever convicted of, was tax evasion.

 

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Moving on from taxes, the next items to hit my personal calendar were packing, packing, and more packing. Strangely and ironically, I gave notice on my San Francisco apartment exactly ten years to the day I moved in.  Talk about the end of an interesting era. If walls could talk I suspect my Glen Park apartment could provide an intriguing conversation at the very least.

 

As some of you know, I spent a good eight months looking at property around the Bay Area. I fell in love a few times; passionately over a beautiful blue house with extraordinary details of craftsmanship, then a house with a wonderful garden on a magical street with a garden, and so on.  Looking back on those unrequited love affairs, I can see with hindsight there was a reason they didn’t lead to anything more serious. Beyond the insanity of the SF market, all cash offers and so forth. I can tell you in each of them, there was a compromise. The beautiful blue house which was not quite in the perfect location and the old crumbling house that was so perfect yet needed so much work.  Pandora and The Box by John William WaterhouseA Pandora’s Box of problems both seen and unseen. Each offered something unique, but not quite the whole package. I have always been an idealist, in some ways it is part of my charm. I am obsessive in my search for perfection and those who know me well will attest to this. The House of Hunt family can tell you I make them crazy during rehearsals and yet at the end of the day there is a reason for my madness. Ironically it is often through our stumbles and mistakes that we arrive at precisely where we need to be. Mistakes and failure lead to success, remind yourself of this often it is valuable advice.

 

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Well to cut a long story somewhat short, I gave up on the house search and then within three months my world shifted on its axel and I found myself on a road trip to Portland Oregon with my three dogs in the back of the car.

 

The drive was;1200px-Wolf_Creek_Tavern totally surreal, there were trees everywhere and signs that seemed as if they were taken directly out of a book of fairy tales, Wolf Creek for example.

 

Zorro on his Portland road trip

The dogs became accustomed to the road side coffee huts providing cookies for dogs.   They would stick their faces out in drooly expectation.Coffee Hut Oregon People were friendly and charming, they passed the time of day, and it was nudge to stop, take a breath and be present.

 

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When I stopped and took a breath, I saw the most fabulous things. Streets lined with mature trees and old craftsman style homes bursting with turn of the century character and charm. Moss on a rock The closer I looked I saw gardens everywhere.  Even the pavement had gardens to the side, teaming with rocks and plants and everywhere you would expect concrete there was a garden green and lush and covered with a thousand shades of green moss.

 

 

An angel at Lone Fir Cemetery I am not sure if you believe in Magik. I can tell you it used to be very strong in me, growing up as a child in England surrounded by history and a rambling garden full of hidden walkways and steps to secret places.  I am not exactly sure when its voice grew less clear to me, but it has been far too long.  Portland Road TripDiscovering Portland and driving through Oregon I felt the air move through my body, mind, and spirit. The magik reawaken, rekindle and come alive, there was no question, no hesitation, no compromise, I knew where I needed to be.

 

Mount Tabor

 

On February 1st, I arrived in Portland Oregon. My belongings arrived a week later and feverishly I unpacked and began to catch my breath.

Three nights passed, I created a bountiful offering of thanks, all purple, green and silver. My dining table glittered with the light of silver candlesticks and gem stones, a purple tapestry resplendent with green limes and a vase full of purple and yellow flowers honoring the Spring Equinox. Tonight as I am typing in the office, I pause to watch the wind shake the trees through my twenty foot windows, somebody pinch me so I know it’s real.

 

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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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Body Count

 

Sunday, July 6 2014, Body Count performed live at the Mayhem Festival in California, and I was the plus one on Ernie C’s guest list.

Mayhem Festival 2014

After lining up in the hot sun to collect the tickets, the security pat down at the gates, the debate on whether my lace parasol was a deadly weapon or a defense against the mid-day sun, we finally made it inside the venue, minus the plastic lids to the water bottles and their implied risk to security.  Inside the festival, I began to take stock of the sheer number of people and the enormity of the venue and stages. We wove our way through the crowds to the Sumerian Stage where Body Count was set to play later on that afternoon.

Mayhem Festival 2014

“Ernie is wearing tie dye”, was the only thing we had to go on.

We had driven to Mountain View, battled our way through the sun and security, and now standing in this sea of people somehow by will of the metal gods we were to spot Ernie and Lori.

KODAK Digital Still Camera

Lori, is a dear friend and all-around gorgeous lady, who was the hair stylist behind some of my most creative and all-time favorite photo-shoots.  We waited and scanned the crowd under the shade of the infamous black lace parasol.  I was the first to spot Ernie; I admit it was the tie dye that first caught my attention, and then the smile.  Ernie has the kind of smile that you can see and feel across a crowd.  It is real, it is warm, and it hints at the depth of charisma that explodes when he is playing on stage.

Ernie C of Body Count

However, let me back up just a touch.  Yes, I was on the tour bus and yes I met the band.  Nothing wild or crazy just people going about their business getting ready for a show, polite cordial, and private.

Coco Austin

Eventually we make our way to the side of the stage and stand in the sound booth overlooking the stage, Coco is there right in the front.  Coco Austin is an; actress, dancer, glamour model, and web personality, to give just a hint of her Wikipedia page.  She currently stars in Coco & The Vanity Vixens.  Coco and Ice-T were married in 2001.

Ernie C of Body Count

I am looking out at the crowd watching the bodies ripple over the mosh pit, utterly immersed in the sound and the energy pouring forth from the stage.  There are times when the English language feels like a limited tool to use to describe an experience that was so profound.  The smile that reached across the crowd when we found Ernie outside, now flooded across the stage.  It would be impossible not to tie together the wizardry of his lead guitar and the energy that radiated from his body when he played.  There is a depth and a discipline the come from a performer whose muscles and talent have developed over a lifetime of experience, and every inch of this performance left you hungry for more.

Ice T

Watching Ice-T perform was like witnessing the power of a volcano.  You felt the force of the music and the power of his words.  Racism, growing up on the south side, police brutality, he gave you context for the music, that carried weight and infamy.

Ice-T - Mayhem Festival

On the one hand you saw the skill of the performer, how he moved across the stage and yet you also saw and heard the man who says, “I am old enough to be your daddy, listen to what I have to say” and you listened.

A twenty-five minute set was over in a heartbeat; we said our goodbyes and drove home.  That night it took me forever to fall asleep, the music and energy still buzzing inside of my head.  Memories of Ernie standing at the front of the stage smiling, playing , the electricity and energy pouring into the crowd and me a witness among many, as to why Body Count is such a powerful volcano indeed.

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