I should clarify, that I mean MY Den of Iniquity, not Anton LaVey's Den of Iniquity. In the BlackHouse --LaVey's Victorian home in San Francisco--he constructed a 1940s style saloon in his basement, that he populated with mannequins - a cabbie, a whore, a bartender, a pick-pocket, etc.

Here's a younger LaVey, upstairs at the BlackHouse:


An older LaVey, down in the Den of Iniquity:


LaVey, near the end...


So, in regards to MY Den of Iniquity, I recently assembled a group of artists and ne'er-do-wells for an evening of indulgence. Some of the attendees do not wish to have their likenesses displayed, but we can peak at the others...

One of the guests of honor was the IMMENSELY talented glass artist, Andy Paiko.
Here's a 5 foot tall syringe, made by Andy:


and here's a beautiful absinthe fountain:

(I could never own that piece, however, as absinthe is COMPLETELY OVERRATED - fit only for fat goths. Although, since I am not a fat goth, what am I doing on LiveJournal?!?)

Here's Mr. Paiko, and me:


Another of the guests of honor was Charles II of England:


Legendary Seattle party host Russell started the evening by inventing a brand new (and quite lethal) cocktail, which he dubbed the 'Russell 44'. It featured Chartruese and Benedictine. He ended the evening dancing on the tables, and swinging from the chandeliers:


Whats this girl doing, hanging out with that creepy old man? She should know better:


Etc: