In Flames is at Culture Room tonight, so obviously I'm going full leather for a metal crowd. The boots are on and the rest is barely hanging on. Rate the look before I leave — honestly.
In Flames is at Culture Room tonight, so obviously I'm going full leather for a metal crowd. The boots are on and the rest is barely hanging on. Rate the look before I leave — honestly.
A whole month of glitter and reggaeton means tonight I'm going the complete opposite direction — GWAR at Revolution. Right now it's just me, my coffee, and a closet full of black that all looks the same. Talk me into the tiny option before I default to jeans.
All the Halloween money finally cleared, so now I'm flat on my bed answering three days of DMs in nothing but the tee I slept in. This is the part of the job nobody puts on the flyer. Tell me what your message says and I might answer it next.
October is finally over and my floor is buried in costumes that all think they deserve a second run. Sorting through them in whatever I grabbed first, which wasn't much. Tell me which one earns a rerun.
Survived the Day of the Dead party and made it home with half my Catrina face still on — the flower crown refuses to quit and honestly, same. The rest is coming off slow. Still up, or did I lose you somewhere around the second mariachi set?
Hocus Pocus final night at Factory Town and the mesh top lost the argument about what goes under it. Bass is shaking the whole grove and I'm not leaving until the last set dies. Find me by the speakers or admit you stayed home.
Halloween eve and the devil costume won by a landslide — the horns are non-negotiable, the rest is negotiable. One night left to talk me into the less-covered version. Which one am I wearing out?
Bad Gyal turned the Fillmore into one big perreo and I slipped out to the powder room exactly like this. The dress is staying up out of respect for the venue — barely. Tell me you'd hold my drink at the bar.
Young Miko at Kaseya tonight and I've been standing here bottomless for twenty minutes because the outfit war is that serious. Sequins or the little black thing — you get one vote and then I'm leaving.
House of Horror at Tropical Park and the corset laces are losing the fight faster than I'm losing to the haunted house. Hold my prize and my hand for the next one, or are you too scared?