Loitered Lens: Screamin’ Sugar Skulls

‘a nightmarish peek into a world our parents warned us about if we were caught masturbating, didn’t finish our homework, eat our greens or say our prayers at bedtime’. So says Col. Jon, reviewing the now sadly-defunct Screamin’ Sugar Skulls.

Whatevs. That filthy-librarian combo of hornrim specs and rubber fetishwear sends confused and, frankly, delightful impulses to the Madonna/Whore subsection of the frontal cortex. No doubt about that whatsoever. And the badboy jawline of that Gretsch-wielding cadaver keeps those Pavlov responses nicely confused. Enough. Let the pictures talk.

All photos: Carl Byron Batson

Carl Byron Batson
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Photographer, published poet, former party animal, body builder, grave robber to the stars and renowned chainsaw juggler, Carl can often be spotted on his Harley Davidson pretending to be in Terminator 2. He is also frequently seen in the press pits of old London town, camera in hand, avoiding being hit by bottles of wee and crippling his opposition with secret Kung Fu moves.

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