Once in a lifetime, you’ll see a photograph which expresses the true nature of your soul, and it will scare the shit out of you. Here’s mine.
One hour of nonstop Convergence DJ action, and a signoff dedication to the evil Dr. Bennington and the patient and genteel Nurse Whatley. And now, pictures of me in a skull face and a bustle.
Little dogs specifically do not like wearing tiny hats, although they are perfectly suited to one another.
OK, be fair: It’s really not as bad as this. But it’s not that much better, either. Today I saw a magic recipe of top hat/frock coat/mourning trousers/WHITE SNEAKERS, and I had to wonder what’s going on in the world.
The lovely Kat deflected my admiration of her costume, claiming that it was just the dress she cleans the toilets in.
It’s a fair question- why get dressed for an hour to go someplace and stand around in the dark? And did you know that the slang for goths in Mexico is “Darks?” It’s kinder than my favorite euphemism, “Dark Dorks”.
On the good side, we did get to see an amazing acrobatic troupe called Kazum.
And here’s the backside view, which is also pleasant.
The man on the left is part general,
This man on the right was imprisoned for five years, but spent his time writing his diary on a dinner jacket.
Two days in, questions still abound: Why are giant platform boots still necessary? Are big girls in corsets really fooling anyone? Why did Nivek Ogre perform entirely behind a scrim? Are the rumors true that it was really Clay Aiken filling in for the lead singer of Skinny Puppy?