Dia de Muertos
Tonight was halloween. MFC and Policeforce very kindly invited me to go with them to Cheshire Daddy's regimental party. MFC is the artist of my family and so I'd thought I'd make the effort, you know? Policeforce (MFC's wife and my sister in law) had uploaded a picture of the both of them before the party and they looked pretty damn peng. The standard was most definitely set.
After umming and arring over my costume choice (dead Steve Jobs? Too soon?) I finally decided to pussy out and paint my face in the sugar skull style and wear a suit. But, to feed my ego if nothing else, I had to make it more masculine didn't I? Now, before we go any further, we should assess:
Why on EARTH I thought that painting my face sugar skull style would be interpreted as non-masculine
I've gone to G-A-Y in drag. I'm no stranger to makeup. Yet still my machismo ego remains. It's interesting. It's perplexing. It makes sense but on another level it does make sense. Yin and Yang I suppose. But that discussion is for another post. Or perhaps another poster. But I digress.
After finding picture after picture of skull after skull I didn't like I stumbled upon the god on earth that is Alex Faction and tried my best to recreate this here masterpiece:
All was going well. Until I realised that I'd been painting and eye shadowing and highlighting for THREE HOURS (mainly with snazaroo, mehron paradise doesn't seem easy to come by in the UK, especially when you only decide what costume you're going to wear two hours before the party, sorry Alex!). Alex's tutorial is twelve minutes fourty one seconds long. HOW ON EARTH HAD SO MUCH BLOODY TIME PASSED. HOW DO YOU MAKE IT LOOK SO FLUID AND EASY, ALEX? Fine, you speed up the video a bit but Jesus Christ, you're a professional.
The worst thing was I'd only finished one side of my face. The party had started at 20:00 and it was then 22:30. WHAT THE SHIT. No bother, I slapped on some extra "tears" and a few sticky gems, whacked my suit on and I was good to go.
The events of the night that followed aren't really that important, but do you know what? I had a really, really good night. I spoke to an extremely old friend, I helped a few people out and a girl even added me on Facebook. As in she took my phone and added me. I would call this a result. But the most important thing I found out what that the Tree Gorilla knows about my varied escapades into the world of psychonautism. "Are you off that Special K?" he asked me. "Yes" I replied, "It's too special for me." This tells me that plenty of people outside of my everyday radar know about my adventures and, in a sense, care that I'm no longer on that downward spiral. Comforting? Unsettling? Both. Ying and Yang I suppose.
Happy Dia de Muertos Alex, MFC, Policefore, Tree Gorilla, Elisha, Luke, Hannah and Hannah (not her real name) and everyone else who made this night one that pushed me to write something about it.
Oh, I hear in the other room that the Tiny Pianist is awake. Maybe I won't get any sleep tonight after all...
After umming and arring over my costume choice (dead Steve Jobs? Too soon?) I finally decided to pussy out and paint my face in the sugar skull style and wear a suit. But, to feed my ego if nothing else, I had to make it more masculine didn't I? Now, before we go any further, we should assess:
Why on EARTH I thought that painting my face sugar skull style would be interpreted as non-masculine
After finding picture after picture of skull after skull I didn't like I stumbled upon the god on earth that is Alex Faction and tried my best to recreate this here masterpiece:
All was going well. Until I realised that I'd been painting and eye shadowing and highlighting for THREE HOURS (mainly with snazaroo, mehron paradise doesn't seem easy to come by in the UK, especially when you only decide what costume you're going to wear two hours before the party, sorry Alex!). Alex's tutorial is twelve minutes fourty one seconds long. HOW ON EARTH HAD SO MUCH BLOODY TIME PASSED. HOW DO YOU MAKE IT LOOK SO FLUID AND EASY, ALEX? Fine, you speed up the video a bit but Jesus Christ, you're a professional.
The worst thing was I'd only finished one side of my face. The party had started at 20:00 and it was then 22:30. WHAT THE SHIT. No bother, I slapped on some extra "tears" and a few sticky gems, whacked my suit on and I was good to go.
The events of the night that followed aren't really that important, but do you know what? I had a really, really good night. I spoke to an extremely old friend, I helped a few people out and a girl even added me on Facebook. As in she took my phone and added me. I would call this a result. But the most important thing I found out what that the Tree Gorilla knows about my varied escapades into the world of psychonautism. "Are you off that Special K?" he asked me. "Yes" I replied, "It's too special for me." This tells me that plenty of people outside of my everyday radar know about my adventures and, in a sense, care that I'm no longer on that downward spiral. Comforting? Unsettling? Both. Ying and Yang I suppose.
Happy Dia de Muertos Alex, MFC, Policefore, Tree Gorilla, Elisha, Luke, Hannah and Hannah (not her real name) and everyone else who made this night one that pushed me to write something about it.
Oh, I hear in the other room that the Tiny Pianist is awake. Maybe I won't get any sleep tonight after all...
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