but why?

Your Halloween Costume Should Be

Elvis

http://www.blogthings.com/whatshouldyoubeforhalloweenquiz/What Should You Be For Halloween?

Une Fete - Fear and Loathing in Montreal

We had two bags of grass, seventy-five pellets of mescaline, five sheets of high-powered blotter acid, a salt shaker half full of cocaine, and a whole galaxy of multi-colored uppers, downers, screamers, laughers... and also a quart of tequila, a quart of rum, a case of Budweiser, a pint of raw ether and two dozen amyls...The only thing that really worried me was the ether. There is nothing in the world more helpless and irresponsible and depraved than a man in the depths of an ether binge. And I knew we'd get into that rotten stuff pretty soon.



No point mentioning those bats, I thought. The poor bastard would see them soon enough.

Personally, I like her hair

Last week, Angela got her hair cut. Ever since earning the nickname "Mom" from some male friends in high school, she's been nervous about going too short. She told her hair dresser, "None of it above the shoulder."

He didn't listen.

What does Angela think? "He gave me scenester hair!!!"



To commemorate her new haircut, Angela and I dressed up as "scenesters" for a fun-filled day at the library and a delicious post-essay dinner adventure. This clearly cannot be passed off as extreme costuming. For one thing, everything that we wore yesterday we wear on a semi-regular basis (although perhaps not all at once). This could mean any number of things, including:

a) our costumes were particularly wonderful, because we used everyday items for maximum scenester impact

b) our costumes were less than wonderful, because:
i. we did not look like sceneters, and thus our costumes failed; OR
ii. we looked like scenesters, but only because we are scenesters, or at least have tendencies in that direction (thus, no costuming points awarded)

It is telling that although I don't grasp the full gambit of meanings involved in the label "scenester," I nonetheless hold a stereotypical image of scenesterdom in my mind.

What is a scenester? Am I a scenester? Are you a scenester? How much do clothes make or break a scenester?

What I liked about this project: Its marginal costume status draws attention to how very ordinary identity performance is. Furthermore, it complicates costuming endeavors, because to be a scenester clearly involves more than flats and leggings - behind my first costume of this blog, I felt filled with and productive of a Dark Wing spirit; not so with this outfit.

What I didn't like about this project: The label "scenester" intrigues me. I don't think I adequately explored it with this week's costume mentality. Plus, it wasn't as fun as having a beard or tail feathers.



I lack charming, trendy, and posture-positive flats :(

A 90s Costume Party: Tapered Pants and Neon

Hey, wait a second.... I'M the one with luscious blonde locks! Why can't I be Jessie???


Give me those pants.

Yah, these look great.

Hm... they're pretty small at the bottom....

Just a little bit more....

Perfect!! What? Take them off?? Uh.... I don't think I can...


Pfff, taking off some guy's pants - who am I, Kelly Kapowski?

I guess I never really appreciated these pants before... It's nice having circulation back in my feet. Plus, check-out the turquoise. What colour would you say this is, magenta? Radddd. Okay, I'll be A.C.


He may be blonde and bearded, he may be mulletless, but he can be the A.C. to my Jessie anyday.

Yeah!

Hoorayyyy! The image uploader is once again functioning properly! I celebrate by posting this photo, a favourite of mine:



Rather than wearing a costume myself, I have in fact become the tool of another's disguise. Mel, you are an identity magician.

PS - I am intrigued by the label options of the New Blogger. Time to do some intense labelling.

Blog Break

Until I can upload photos (arggggg, damn you New Blogger), LumberJackie is going to be taking a break from the costume blog. I could describe my current project to you, but I'm not going to - not only would that be far less effective, but I'm simply too bitter to continue without imaging options.

Chloball 2007

This Friday was the 21st birthday of my dear friend Chloe. The theme of this year's Chloball was Moulin Rouge, and the birthday girl requested that we all "dress in theme." I took this to mean: convince the world that you do in fact hail from the Parisian red light district. That there hanger-on is Caitlin, who refused to remove her lame dress shirt all night or to reveal the luscious corset (and lusciouser bosom) beneath. I don't know if she is laughing or attempting to vampirically devour me.

Although some of the revelers were unfortunately tame, I was happy to see others make an effort to costume-up.