Tonight was the the long-awaited, much-heralded term launch party for Leacock's, the online magazine where I've been writing since September and was recently made Culture Editor, (from which point has commenced a truly shameless abuse of PR and press passes).
The title of the night's event, (intended ironically, I assure you), was Orgy of Blood; the theme, ghetto goth. Nonetheless, never one to cede from a good sartorial challenge, I dressed myself in black, bedecked my arms with black and gold jewelry, and ultimately achieved something closer akin to gothic chic light.
Picture or it didn't happen?
|A dear friend touches up my lipstick around 3 AM; looks like that upside-down cross motif cheek tat needs a little touch-up, too...|