I am campaigning for the return of warts, green make up, wigs and fake blood and, above all, imagination in Hallowe’en costumes. I get quite disturbed every time I look at Hallowe’en websites. Unless someone can convince me otherwise, a nurse/policewoman/cowgirl/Snow White/whatever costume that consists of stockings, a corset, peplum, & perspex platforms outside of the privacy of one’s home is a sex worker’s outfit.
Surely, surely there have to be other options rather than ‘hot’ (read slutty) EVERYTHING? I gave up going to parties in Manhattan after the one in these photos, as 90% of women seemed to be in competition to see who could look like the trashiest pole dancing/porno version of a witch/Madame Pompadour/cartoon hero/cat/Alice in Wonderland/Barbie etc etc etc.
(White over-the-knee stockings with satin garter bows, and Lucite stiletto platforms should be ritually burnt for crimes against taste, style & Hallowe’en.)
The first three photos were taken at a most excellent Hallowe’en party in a TriBeCa loft in Manhattan in 2008. I’m wearing a black silk grosgrain Osman dress from his first collection. And a lot of white pancake and fake blood. Judy is Kill Bill’d up.
Below: At the Seven Deadly Sins Soho House New York Hallowe’en party in 2007. I went as Avarice: an Italian Black Widow, complete with LBD and mourning veil.