"The stranger was wearing an extremely shabby set of wizard's robes that had been darned in several places. He looked ill and exhausted. Though quite young, his light brown hair was flecked with grey."
Outfit details: shirt, vest, blazer, and pants: J. Crew both recent seasons and from several years ago; tie: dad's; shoes: Urban Outfitters; wand: home-made; chocolate bar: Cadbury's
Scars: Liquid latex and lip liner/blush
I love Harry Potter. A lot. I'm not entirely sure how to explain what it is, but the past few days then, have been very strange. It seems terribly overdramatic to say these kinds of things over something like this (because it isn't just books anymore, or just books and movies. It's something entirely different, a strange oddly intangible and fleeting thing inextricably personal and also linked with a larger fan community) but really, it's very upsetting. Of course it isn't over--in the sentimental way it will never be over--but at the same time this is the last in a long series of midnight releases and day-after events of a certain kind.
Of course, I knew this was my last chance to dress as my biggest favorite, Remus J. Lupin. November's costume was alright, but I knew there had to be a way to do it better. To be baggier, thinner-looking, with better scars. In the end I pulled together what i could, added a chocolate bar because it will make you feel better, and tried my darndest. I am quite pleased with how my makeup came out, although it's a bit fake-looking in the above picture I think it looked pretty realistic in life!
My thoughts and feelings on the movie are mixed. At the moment I'm feeling not so good about it, but I think my little costume is a nice heartbroken homage to my favorite werewolf.
Pictures taken by John M.