50s Halloween: Going to the drive-in on a cool October night. Flickering black and white movies. The neon-lights of a diner, shining over a sidewalk covered in fallen leaves. Teenage rockabilly werewolves. Bed sheet ghosts. Smoking housewives, all prettied up to hand out candy.
60s Halloween: Chic, mini-skirt wearing girls wandering through haunted houses. Faded VW bugs parked next to old cemeteries. Vampire mistresses with straight black hair, wearing cat-eye liner. Dead Man’s Curve. LSD on Hallow’s Eve.
70s Halloween: Colorful vaccuform-masks. Black streets lined with Jack-O-lanterns and muscle cars. Long haired, bell bottomed teens blaring Black Sabbath. Marijuana smoke intermingling with the smell of dead leaves. Science Fiction. Double Feature. Masked killers waiting for their chance.
80’s Halloween: Eight-bit skeletons on vintage arcade games. Groups of adventurous twelve year olds looking for monsters. The glow of a flashlight cutting through a gnarled forest. Fooling around with a ouija board as The Smith’s play softly on tape. Goth kids holding candlelight vigil.
90s Halloween: Bright spotlights in purple, orange, and blue. Smoke machines. Trick-or-treating with plastic buckets. Scream masks hanging in the windows, and fake knives that drip blood between layers of plastic. Maroon velvet, lace, and vampire teeth. The neighbor’s radio blasts industrial metal through an open window.
00s Halloween: More blood, more guts, more screams, filtered through a haze of green and yellow. A water-logged corpse shambling upright, with lank, black hair hanging over its eyes. Preparation is key – Zombie Survival Guide, 28 Days Later, Resident Evil 4, Left 4 Dead, Dead Rising, Zombieland. Comparing plans over long-chilled fries and watery sodas in the movie theater parking lot.
10s Halloween: The off-white walls of upper-middle-class suburbia seem sinister now. A timestamp in the corner, a half-dead battery, and lines of static. Facebook messages from a dead friend. There’s a clown in the woods. Monsters more pristine than ever, photoshopped-flawless down to the eyeteeth. Liminal spaces – highway rest stops, eyeshine in the desert, a 24-hour Wal-Mart strung up with cheap decorations.
the fact that we can’t drink sea water even tho its the most common type of water just bc its 3% salt yet we can safely consume multiple forms of literal poison and even benefit from doing so just blows my fucking mind
Things I do in my spare time: play with doll makers
Meet Strawberry Creme, Mint Chocolate, and Caramel Apple
These delicious do-gooders try their hardest to make the best out of the stickiest of situations.
A Quiet Respite 