Life & Style of the Great Old Ones

Rising couple the Nyarlathoteps have previously given our readers a peek at the stunningly exotic landscaping features they’ve installed at their new Miami mansion. Now come with us as they take us on an exclusive tour of the interior of their eldritch neo-Aegyptian hideaway.

Coffee Set

Their handpainted china, commissioned from a secret Asian workshop “somewhere on the Plateau of Leng.”

Alien Coffee Table

Their custom-designed bibelots tables from “the Dark Star beyond Aldebaran,” which is a label so exclusive it is one of which we at L&S have never heard. How exciting!

Angel of the Apocalypse

Their most unusual garden fixtures. This is their play structure for “the frolics” by which we take it to mean they’re planning on having many little Nyarlathoteps soon.

“Oh yes,” says Mr. Nyarlathotep (call me Abdul, he says to our interviewer, graciously) “We are planning to have many, many children, aren’t we, Shub?”

And his wife smiles inscrutably as she strokes one of their collection of sleek, black cats.

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Interstellar House and Garden

Nyarlathotep? Azathoth!The old Gloaming homestead of Miami has been given a glamorous new makeover since those exotic and exciting social dynamos the Nyarlathoteps rescued it in April of this year. The redecoration has spared no expense, and the charmingly distressed mansion is filled with those remarkable and seductively alien little touches that remind the owners of their former home. Eldritch-y!

They are from France.

And just wait till you see what they’ve done with the cellar!

Chihuly tree

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what are they putting in the water over there?

Seriously, this is ridiculous.

Catfishwife

That’s a catfish the way a sabertoothed tiger is a cat. You’re looking at a record-breaking 66 pounds of fish sticks (a gazillionty-seven kilograms, howthefuckshouldiknoweh) landed by Bev Street, a deceptively mild-mannered housewife with, obviously, a lethal antipathy to free-range freshwater fish.

In unrelated news, I have recently deleted our dear friend StevenL from the blogroll, as his former idiosyncratic football/politics/pikefishing/future lung cancer victims rights blog has turned into a gay, pink, ad-bedecked page of financial advisor for profit links. Bleagh. Buh-bye.

…and release.

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okay, um…?

Flying Barn

Don’t look at me. I dunno.
But ain’t no way I’m going in there and milking those cows.

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nekkid bear in a hammock

Well, what did you expect? Stolen from Defamer.

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