It was the foggiest day of the year and coincidentally it fell on the night of Halloween. I’m not a big fan of scary things or dressing up an neither is my boyfriend so months ago Daniel bought us tickets for Mirrors Festival. This halloween would be different as we’d spend the night screaming like groupies at various venues instead of worrying about costumes. But then Kajsa decided to throw a big Halloween party, and when your best friend throws a party, you attend.
On the morning of Daniel and I spent running around all over Hackney in search of the perfect costumes. Well, at least it started like that but a couple of hours in, absolutely starving and furious, we were in desperate search of ANY costume. It even went so far we were both almost willing to spend £20 on matching minon onesies from Primark. Hunger can really push you into completely new territories.
Amongst what felt like the entirety of London’s population rushing around Dalston it came to a point when I was standing in an intersection close to tears, screaming ”If I don’t get a slice of pizza now I’m going HOME!”. I really wonder how many couples break up looking for a last minute costume, my guess is on many.
After some pizza at Voodoo Ray’s (which is in my London City Guide) we were back to sanity and out on the street a gentleman waved at us outside a weave shop. ”You in search of Halloween costumes? We’ve got lots of wigs for you!”
Ten minutes in, 12 wigs each and tons of laughter later we had found our characters. Say hello to your most disgusting Camden couple. (And for you unaware of what Camden is, it’s an area in North London is the home of many failed rock musicians who do drugs and idolise americana.) If you ask me I think we nailed it! Daniel looked so gross but so cute and since I’ve always wanted to be a brunette, I felt fabulous.
With matching bandanas and a bad attitude we headed out on the street in full character. In the thick fog we walked from one church to the next, passing zombies with daggers piercing their chests and Hotline Bling girls drinking red wine straight from the bottle. Having a festival in churches seems sacrilegious but magical. Standing beneath the dome of a chapel drowning in tunes that magnify within the acoustic is a holly spiritual experience.
photos above by @livaaah
When the festival was finished we took the bus through the cloudy streets down to Kajsa’s flat by the canal. It couldn’t have been spookier walking down the alleyway, not being able to see the end of the road for all the fog and passing hooded figures dripping in fake blood.
Outside Kajsa’s house shimmering lobsters were sharing cigarettes with mummies whilst monsters and witches and various tv series characters danced upstairs. Jared and Olivia won the couple costume by both dressing up as Margot Tenenbaum. <3 I was so into becoming an american road hippie after this. None of my friends recognised me and we behaved disgustingly and fun and I’m almost into role play now. And maybe Halloween is pretty cool after all.
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