The leaves are starting to golden, the foxes are beginning to destroy the bins and Starbucks is rolling out its pumpkin spice lattes like they’re going out of fashion. All of which can only mean one thing: ’tis the season. Someone left a comment on my Instagram the other day, in which they compared my relationship with Halloween to Mariah Carey’s kinship with Christmas. I felt seen. Spooky season is my season. I love Halloween.
As someone who has hidden – physically, emotionally, spiritually and aesthetically behind blonde hair and green eyes, Halloween is the one time of the year when I can really let my gothic freak flag fly. And I don’t just mean on 31 October. Because in today’s insatiable era of neverending content, Halloween is basically the entire month. Thirty one days of unadulterated darkness; a celebration of all things scary and spooky and altogether dark.
Here are my favourite Halloween looks:
