Tuesday, October 28, 2014

Creepin' it real.

Creepin' it real.

Creepin' it real.

I'm cheating a little bit. Last year I wore the same dress to the same weird little cemetery (is that rude, saying it's weird? It's only that it's clearly not very visited and yet, the grass gets mowed and there are sometimes flowers here and there), but nothing really came out so, I don't know. I had visions of the same dress with a few tweaks, in a different spot, but then ended up having a little hair malfunction and chickened out on going to the big fancy cemetery in the area (there are always people taking walks and things there) and just went back to this one. 

Creepin' it real.
Dress: Laura's Vintage, Tights: Nine West sometime pre-2009, Shoes: J. Crew Outlet holiday 2013, Necklace: Brimfield find gift from Emily.

Creepin' it real.

I'm kind of in shock that we're already at the end of October. I've been celebrating creepiness since the first, compiling a playlist that appealed to a specific brand of creepy that I can't seem to describe but I know what it is on some metaphysical or aesthetic level. That first day of Halloween (I'm totally allowed--Christmas gets months, I'm allowed to stay creepy for 31 days). I've got two costumes planned (still working on those, if I'm honest) for two nights of partying. 

But in the meantime I've started off the week wearing outfits that are borderline costumes, moody and dark and a little bit strange--not entirely what I might wear during the rest of the year, but enjoying the opportunity for some extra inky blacks. 

Creepin' it real.

I also have to admit I maybe scared myself in the cemetery. I know there's nothing to be afraid of but, you know. Despite my love of Halloween I don't watch scary movies. I don't read scary books (I once gave away a book of short stories that gave me the creeps rather than keep it in my house), although I like strange stories about scary things. I just don't like to be outright terrified, or get that thing at 3am when all rational thought has been siphoned out of the mind and I'm convinced some terrifying entity is in my room. As a kid I remember being scared of cemeteries, even driving by I pretty regularly did the whole holding your breath thing (there was one on long island that was next to a stop light and I was sure I was going to pass out every time), and so I suppose there's some residual feeling there.

Also I always worry that I'm somehow being disrespectful, or that I'll get in trouble, and so I ended up being a little jittery and didn't get exactly what I wanted for this post before skittering back to my car and heading home for some editing and leftover pasta. 

Creepin' it real.

Creepin' it real.

So I guess I'm a fake creep. But I like stories about monsters and ghosts, as long as the aren't malicious in nature. I guess that's the difference between scary and creepy at Halloweentime--the little shiver, but not the full-on rattle.

Creepin' it real.

8 comments:

  1. So absolutely gorgeous! I miss your posts eeeee

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  2. You look amazing! Halloween is never really creepy or disturbing, is more like a family fun concept of spooky stuff - quite amusing! The cemetery is beautiful, very eerie ehehe xx

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  3. Really lovely and spooky pictures. That is such a pretty dress and the curls in your hair are so pretty. I love exploring cemetries, I thrive off eerie/spooky feelings. But to be there alone I think I would be a bit jittery!

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  4. I always worry that, too-- that I'm being disrespectful or weird (and not the good kind). I used to go to this cemetery back home to read and take photos a lot, but then one time I saw a human walking. I didn't even leave my car. I panicked, pulled up, pulled back out, and drove away.
    :)

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