My brother always got the best Halloween costumes when we were kids. Three years older than me (and probably a lot more demanding), he had home-made costumes galore, while I had hand-me-downs and thrown-together getups. He was a clown, a lobster (a lobster), a hobo-clown, a mobster, and Superman. I was a leftover clown (wearing his too-big costume), a stereotypical witch, and – well, I’m not sure what else, because clearly my costumes were not worth documenting in our family albums.
I want to see photos of your childhood Halloween costumes. E-mail scans to stephanief @ wornjournal.com and I’ll post them on the WORN blog in the days leading up to Halloween.
More fun than throwing up in your pillowcase of half-eaten Mars bars? I think so.
This is just unfair. Unbelievable. Unlobsterable.
He should have had his own style blog.
Please note the clever use of eyeliner (on both of us).
Now that’s what I call a structured piece of tailoring.
My dad thinks I look like a real witch in this. Hmm…
Smiling hurts when you’re swimming in your costume.
Remember: Send as many photos as you’d like, and even a caption if you feel inclined – but no spam, please! – to stephanief @ wornjournal.com, and I’ll post them here for the world to see.
- Stephanie Fereiro