So there was this particular absolutely epic Halloween where I dressed up as Death from Neil Gaiman’s The Sandman, and surrendered myself to a night of pure awesome with a ragtag team of misfits. From left to right, the party I partied with included: myself as Death, Ejay as Loki, Jussy as Poison Ivy, Caisa as a dead native american girl, Cara as a gypsy, Micah as a pirate, Jeffrey as Prince Zuko. Our great leader, Red as Pechay Punane the Drag Queen (now known as Sheena Steela or however the hell that’s spelled) is up front.
Here’s a closer shot of my makeup and costume. I haphazardly made the ankh necklace out of some leftover polymer clay that had gone bad, so needless to say I trashed it as soon as I was done with the night (or rather, morning, if you know what I mean.. Hahaha.) I realized way too late that I put the swirl mark on the WRONG EYE, but whatever. I cosplay, so there’s always gonna be another opportunity to wear this costume. This was also my first time to slick some body paint on myself, and it was a sticky, messy load of fun. I got subdued white marks all over everything and everyone, but tons more people than expected recognized the character and complimented the costume, which felt insane. I guess figuratively and literally left a mark on that night! Hardy har har.
This was what the crowd was like that night. Crummy iPhone photo, my apologies– doesn’t do any justice to how wicked everyone looked. Gotta love Halloween though; it’s the only time of the year where everyone is on full theatrical mode and a friendly, gorgeous darkness stains the air with clouds of fantasy and folly.