i loved wearing the costumes of my childhood era
and happily ‘suffered for my art.’
recent neighborhood nextdoor comments on the halloween costumes are wonderful:
They were so ugly but if you made your own costume, it wasn’t cool. We had to buy these things…jumpsuit tore easily, and elastic snapped off mask. And the sweat…and trying to breathe through the tiny mouth hole!
Those masks were so HOT! Didn’t hold us back tho! Was so safe then and went out by ourselves.
You couldn’t see out of them, sometimes the parts that touched your face were sharp, the elastic that held it on got tangled in hair. It is a wonder we survived Halloween in these masks!
then the elastic broke so your mom tied it and was even tighter and hotter!
and tangled it whatever hair was still left!
I’m surprised there weren’t thunderstorms inside the mask with all the condensation from breathing too. My favorite was my Hot Stuff costume. I still have a picture of me in it!
Looking back at those costumes, they were actually a little creepy!!
How about the little tiny slit near the mouth so that you could attempt to get air? Your parents couldn’t understand why you had to take it off before you went up the steps of the next house. Your face would be drenched with sweat but you would wipe it off and keep going.
Made of suffocating plastic but we loved them anyway.
“when you’re wearing an animal costume and something bad happens,
your facial expression doesn’t change. the animal is deadpan the whole time.
if you’re skiing in a gorilla suit and you fall, you just see a gorilla who has no emotion.
it’s just a stoic gorilla wildly falling down a hill, out of control.”
photo credit: vintage pinterest