How is it possible that it took me this long to be the Kurgan for Halloween? Why did it never occur to me before? Am I getting in touch with my inner child? My inner villain? Or was it just the right year to go EPIC? (For a brief rundown on the Kurgan and the perils of 80s fashion, click here.)
Unfortunately, I did a shoddy job of documenting my costume, but hopefully some of the nice people I met at Saturday’s party will send me pics and I’ll post them. There were big boots. And a sword. My custom feathered skull helm was created by Bubbles and Frown, the same marvelous milliner responsible for last week’s Day of the Dead horns.
Happy Halloween, you glorious monsters!