On Halloween last year, I went to a birthday party that was bride themed. My friend, who was hosting it, was going through a prolonged breakup and had decided to embrace tragic spooky romance. The results were less Miss Havisham as you might be imagining and more Corpse Bride. It was Halloween after all. In the backyard of a Brooklyn bar, a cohort of brides flitted around. At the bar, a few men asked me what I was dressed as and I told them I was a bride who had murdered her husband because I had just gotten back from a work trip and hadn’t really planned an outfit. They all seemed horrified and impressed even though it was Halloween. You’re crazy, they kept saying, the way you might say, you’re a sick little freak.
The models look scary. https://open.substack.com/pub/marlowe1/p/lost-souls-by-poppy-z-brite-book?utm_source=share&utm_medium=android&r=sllf3