Happy Birthday, Edward Gorey
The king of creepy himself. The duke of dainty death. He inspired a generation of illustrators and storytellers. He thrilled and terrified children across the globe. The one, the only, Edward Gorey. The new biography on our morbid master, Born to be Posthumous: The Eccentric Live and Mysterious Genius of Edward Gorey by Mark Dery is divine. It’s witty and clever. I highly recommend it.
Or check out this little nugget 13 Facts You Didn't Know about Edward Gorey
So, first off, Edward Gorey had a lot of cats. He was often photographed with these cats. I approve.
I'd bake him a birthday cake if I could. I don’t know but I would hope he had a sweet tooth.
Kafka had nothing on him.
I bet he knew how to treat a lady.
He looked fantastic in fur. He stopped wearing them as he became more involved in animal rights. He packed away his raccoon coats and allowed a family of raccoons to move in with him. Again, I support these life decisions.
People really really looove Edward Gorey. So much so, in fact, that they tattoo his illustrations on themselves. I wish there was an M for Melissa.
Then there’s the fashion he’s inspired.
He understood that everyone loves a bad boy.
He was the perfect guest at your cocktail party. Let’s just take a moment and visit a few of his festive illustrations.
He loved Halloween which isn’t surprising. He inspired Tim Burton which is, again, not surprising.
What are these creatures? They’re going to eat that baby. I love them.
I hope he is in heaven covered in cats, drinking tea, and eating cake just as I shall be this evening.