lipstick gal series #4

Well.

This is different.

During the years I’ve been shooting Route 66 I’ve developed weird fascinations with certain of the photos I made along the way. (You may remember Wide Elvis?) (Or the Murder Church?) And now here’s Lipstick Gal, a mannequin I met in Seligman Arizona. I’ve edited the photo quite a few times and made seven or so monoprints of her. This one is my current favorite…she’s printed on a page from a book that I found in a thrift store. The book’s title is How I Raised Myself from FAILURE TO SUCCESS in Selling (c) 1949.

Hey, hello, again. I just wandered away to research some stuff on the page I printed the L. Gal on. The address mentioned – 925 Filbert Street in Philadelphia – appears to now be in a block that’s a shopping mall/transit facility/parking garage. And the Mr. George J. DeArmand that’s referenced lived his whole life in Philadelphia; he had eight siblings, most of whom died while they were in theirs 20s. He made it all the way to age 91, and passed away in 1944. Apparently, his upholstery-and-hardware lifestyle was healthy. And he had no problem killing a whole day gabbing to a couple of salesmen.

What does Mr. DeArmand’s story have to do with the L. Gal? Not one single thing, except that she landed on the page I randomly pulled from a book.

original photograph 6.1.2023
printed 5.9.2026

BONUS:

Lipstick Gal – Seligman, Arizona

Wide Elvis – Braidwood, Illinois

Murder Church – Allenread, Texas

keeper of cosmic and moral balance

Really, out here if you say “We had a windy day.” it’s redundant: every day – every damn one of them! – is windy.

(I reached out to the visitors’ bureau folks to see if they wanted to sponsor this post. They declined, citing my “poor attitude” and “tendency to exaggerate” and a few other things.)

Yellowhouse Canyon, Texas
photographed 5.10.2026

bottom of the barrel

The first time I ever looked into a cemetery trash barrel I felt guilty, like I was intruding on something I didn’t need to know about.

And maybe I was.

But I still do look inside of them. This one that I saw the other day in Oklahoma made me sad: all that’s left of someone’s birthday wishes to their beloved, deceased person was an R and an I. That’s not much, is it?

Mountain View Cemetery
Mountain View, Oklahoma
photographed 4.25.2026

night/terror

No surprise to anyone that’s seen more than, say, four of my photos: I can’t go very long without posting some kind of a reflection. And for some reason, hotel rooms have the best reflections.

So, while the conference I attended may not have been particularly helpful for my real job*, the hotel room views did provide some nice opportunities to make images.

Frisco, Texas
photographed 4.27.2026

*My real job – grants writer. And I SURE ENOUGH went to a session on using AI to write grants. It felt a little bit (or a lot) like spying on my competition.

discombobulation

Photo recipe:

  1. Get a room on the 7th floor of the hotel
  2. Stand at the window with the curtains closed behind you* to eliminate (most of) the reflections
  3. Take a few-ish intentional camera movement photos
  4. Then choose two of them to layer into one image
  5. Decide to mirror the resulting image
  6. And THEN decide to mirror the mirrored image

And there you go.

Frisco, Texas
photographed 4.29.2026

*Which I am sure looks completely sketchy to anyone who happens to look up. But it’s dark, so maybe they won’t notice?