better get superstitious

Remember the days when we celebrated All Hallow’s Eve as the one night of the year when the spirits of the dead could return to earth? (Hocus Pocus 4 LIFE, babes.) When skanks’ kinky PVC guises weren’t malfunctioning for perverted hipsters all over the East Village? When potentially uglifying yourself for the sake of horror was socially acceptable? Yeah, me neither. So could there really be any better time to resurrect modestly-induced Halloween terror? The pre-Saw ghost stories and haunted attractions? If Gareth and Giles have anything to say about it, we’ll be crawling in spidees and basking in goth gowns by spring (I LOVE), and with that unique inspiration hot off the presses, millions of runway looks freshly etched into my skull, I dedicated myself to disguising myself as an old-school forest-floor-crawling wicked witch for the big night (specifically look thirty-four at Gareth Pugh on Abbey Lee, stalkers- results above). Positively enchanting. And by the looks of this year’s requisite hookers devils/Gagas/bunnies, we should all be begging for a little intentional fright. In which case, I also present you with that girl from The Ring (no she doesn’t have a name, duh). And for the rest of the year, when you’re desperately longing for terrifying freak-show garb? I always recommend costume-scoping on the L-train.