Nana Mouskouri, 1920s corpse, Miss Havisham, the lovely Caitlin
Sebastian Flyte and Dead Gatsby
I couldn't resist the temptation to post these delightfully trashy polaroids and disposable film photographs taken at a Halloween party a few weeks back. Believe it or not this was the first time I've celebrated this spooktacular holiday and I must say, the bar has been set pretty damn high for next year. I'm not entirely sure what my costume was, some form of 1920s blood soaked floral zombie woman... I really just wanted to wear this dress which was already tattered beyond repair and begging to be worn to one last soiree. By the end of the night it was literally hanging on by a thread. Unbeknownst to me, I was shimmying around in a girdle to Rihanna with the blood stained dress trailing behind me like a gory bridal train.
The highlight of the evening would have to of been when I heard Caitlin's very favourite song playing, flung myself out of the bathroom and galloped towards the dance floor. Obviously my excitement (and the entire bowl of punch which Eloise and I allegedly commandeered) had momentarily blinded me as my face collided with a bannister and I tumbled elegantly down the stairs. Never one to let an injury get in the way of a good time, I crawled into the nearest room begging the occupants for mercy before springing to my feet and continuing the revelry. The next morning not only was I sporting some pretty gnarly bumps and bruises, but also my very first black eye.
So, now that I've humiliated myself beyond salvation, I feel it only fair that I hear some of your most frightful Halloween horror stories!