I prefer the gory, most frightening depictions in art that I can find, like the Schongauer engraving above that that used to frighten me as a child when I saw it at my grandmothers's house. Now it hangs in my middle bedroom and makes me feel happy, as I guess it did for the young Michelangelo. So yeah, Halloween has always been my favorite holiday.
So even though every year I promise myself I will host a costume party, or find one to go to, or decorate my steps with hand-carved squashes, or even remember to get candy for the kiddies before that first little brat shows up at my door looking for a handout; what usually happens is I end up skipping over Halloween altogether and moving right into Thanksgiivng and then Christmas. Over the years if I did go to a costume party, I would be haphazardly clothed in some poorly-thought out garb like those featured in this picture of my sister Sabrina and I from Halloween 1996. Can you guess what celebrity she is mocking here? As weak as my snakes twisted out of aluminum foil were, I think my costume was stellar when seen next to yours Sab, sorry.
|yes, sadly, me on the left impersonating Medusa|
So anyway, I made the mistake of inviting this relative stranger to help me pick out my costume. I surmised that this party was his idea, he had gone many times over the years, he might know people there while I probably would not, and since don't really know him that well yet, he could help me navigate my way through the costume blitz, so I don't end up choosing something out of desperation that would embarrass him in front of his friends.
First I dedided to do a little research on my own, thinking I would order my digs online. I did a google search for "halloween costume women," and found a mere 18,600,000 results. Almost all were "sexy" Halloween costumes, like those on PierreSilber.com. I was astounded at the number of "sexy" choices on that site. And when I say sexy, I mean that every single occupation and icon you could imagine was reborn as the "Sexy [insert character here] Costume."
Anyway, there are hundreds of costumes just on this one site and well, some of them make it harder and harder to push the envelope but it's not like me not to try. So here it goes.
this site has great stuff. let me know if you like anything.
PBF to andrea:
surprise me. I like surprises. you're naughty.
andrea to PBF: yeah but I don't know you that well yet. I mean are we talking this....
or this? Give me a hint. You have to be seen with me.
PBF to andrea:
1 or 3. keep running them by me.
andrea to PBF:
ok, I see the trend here.....
Were else can you get the necessities to be IronMan for Halloween and a rubber fist?
Any costume you could ever possibly want can be found at this place.
That being said, it's hell going there anywhere near Halloween. Don't go unless you are absolutely desperate for a costume. The line for the cashier pretty much wraps around the entire warehouse-sized building.
I also think the only reason this store can survive all year round is because about half of it is an adult section - they even card you to go in. But, you know what they say, sex sells. It's kind of hilarious actually. People pushing their way through the kiddies and their spiderman princess costumes to go check out whips and stripper heels. Man, I love Philly.
|the portal to the Sexy Costume Fashion Show|
I really don't think I need to go into much detail because the reviews above pretty much got it spot-on. It was amusing to walk through the upstairs "boudoir" and stroll next to a wall of dildos and all manner of like tools with someone you don't really know, as if you were meeting at the supermarket to find the ingredients of the first dinner you are cooking together. You know, you ask him to accompany you to Whole Foods just to make sure he is OK with brussels sprouts or tempeh. Well kind of like that, anyway. Actually I'm thinking the PR folks at WF would be pretty alarmed if they read that comparison.
|hmmm...what earrings should I wear with this?|