Spooks and the City
Last year around this time, my roommate, Dylan, and I were rapidly decorating for our Halloween party (aptly themed: 'Til Death Do Us Party). We had so much fun planning it, we decided to make it an annual occurrence. But of course, flash forward a year, and COVID had other ideas.
We didn't want to let the holiday pass us by however without seizing the opportunity to dress up, so via strategically planned zoom meetings and text messages, we settled on inhabiting arguably one of the most toxic couples of all time - Carrie & Mr. Big from Sex and the City...2020 edition - involving lots of personality, lots of photoshop (because none of Florida mimics New York even in the slightest), and two very good friends who haven't seen each other in a hot minute.
Special thanks to Lauren Koval for snapping these photos, Tara McGurk for jumping in to assist with flower throwing, my neighbors for only gawking slightly as we frolicked through the street to Ariana Grade's new album, and Dylan for painstakingly and lovingly Photoshopping the shit out of each of these pics. It is not easy and he would have sat laboring over them for days until they were absolutely perfect if I didn't force him to let it go so I could get this post live.
I hope wherever you are, whatever you're doing, you find a way to celebrate or do something special this weekend, just because. In the bleak chasm that is the year two thousand twenty, I think there's extra unspoken permission to revel in some good, old-fashioned frivolity.