We never thought it would come to this, but it seems we have a genuine case of Halloween costume ennui. It just seems so wrong. Halloween is the gayest, sluttiest holiday of all, and here we are in one of the gayest, sluttiest cities in America, and we just can't... get it up to think of a good Halloween costume this year.
We try to probe our impacted pop culture memories of the recent few months for a costume, and come up with: a diaper and a bad toupee to represent Suri Cruise? A diaper and a red wig to represent our favorite asthmatic starlet of the moment (bonus points for older dominant partner administering spankings representing James G. Robinson)? A diaper and a bald wig under an obviously slipping Farrah Fawcett wig to represent Farrah Fawcett? Oh, it's all too depressing. We'll stab you if you suggest Steve Irwin or his assassin....
Maybe the problem is that we're feeling the effects of the Hollywood Blvd. stripper shops dropping the ball this year. Previous years we've been delighted by strolling by mannequins dressed as sexy girl scouts, sexy spiders and Miss Muffetts, sexy construction workers, even sexy Harry Potters. This year, we're seeing nothing new. It's possible somebody in the sexy costume-thinking-up factory blew a gasket by dreaming up last year's sexy Sherlock Holmes outfit, but still, we're disappointed.
Has anybody latched on to a fantastic Halloween costume idea that he or she has latched onto but doesn't have the time or financial means to execute, or just an excess of ideas? If so, please share. LAist thanks you in advance.
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This isn't an elaborate costume by any means but I thought it was genius when I saw it on a guy at a Halloween party last week: he wore that big ol "Easy" button from Staples.
My dh is going as Mr. Hanky the Christmas Poo which isn't gay or slutty but is hilarious.
A few years ago I decided that I wanted to be an office building rooftop. Not the building... just the rooftop. So I spent half a day building the top two floors using cardboard and tape. The 'lower' floor sat on my shoulders. The 'roof top' sat on my head. Both floors were connected by standard office building stairwells on both sides of my head. And I added mini battery-powered xmas tree lights -- green ones around the helicopter pad (complete with plastic helicopter) and red ones around the corners of the roof top.
Oh yeah... the year after that I was a full-sized cheese grater. Modeled exactly after the one I bought from Bed, Bath and Beyond. With yellow-orange paper mache playing the part of the grated cheese.
LK, you weren't that "costume portrayal of an architectural theory" I ran into last year, were you? It's a slippery slope from building rooftop to cheese grater already; just sayin'. Bless you, my child. What were/are you this year?