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Rotating Disembodied Head asks: Have you spent 10,000 man hours recreating a costume of a minor character from Star Trek to wear at conventions or merely turned up at a party buck-naked and sporting a mouthful of custard which you spit out on demand and declare yourself to be a zit? Tales of the old dressing up box, fancy dress parties and stealing panties off next door's line. Said too much.

(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 12:37)
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I went out as zombie jesus once
My logic was; he had arisen from the dead, therefore anyone who has risen from the dead has to be a zombie..
this is the only picture I can find, post partying pub crawling, I had got home and was stinkingly drunk..hence the pain in my eyes.. but it was a lot more impressive before I went out.

I offended a lot of people...and a few people threatened to beat me up for belittling their saviour..
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 19:55, 1 reply)
Fancy dress party last year, the theme was the letter "S"
So I went as a St. Trinian's school girl.

Too much effort went into this, but shopping for cheap women's clothing in Primark with a legitimate reason was quite an experience. Pencil mini skirt, hold up stockings, shaved legs, blouse with the St. T emblem, St. T tie, "Head Girl" badge, hockey stick, cheap wig, false eye lashes, nail varnish, lots of make up, and a huge red lacy bra - 40 D, but how to fill it? A quick search found me various cross-dressing, drag and transvestite sites and a solution. Two legs from a pair of tights, each filled with about an pound and half of red lentils. Gave a nice weight, a little firm perhaps, but a cracking bust. At the party I was definitely the one with the best tits.

And yes. I did enjoy dressing as a woman - not least because of the tremendous feeling of freedom from wearing stockings and a short skirt. It was a great party, and I got very, very drunk.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 19:27, 9 replies)
Oh, just one more.
One lazy Halloween...

(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 19:09, Reply)
And another, on the subject of group costumes
If you haven't done so in the past, I strongly recommend it. If you're going to a festival, or a large party or nightclub night, get a gang of your sillier mates together and think of something. Some of the most fun I've had is when running around with some friends dressed as the Blue Man Group, suddenly picking people up or surrounding someone at the urinals. It just adds a great degree of surrealism to everything:

Similarly at this years Bestival myself and four comrades got a simple penguin costume. This was the best option, as everyone we met seemed to love penguins, and it's a good excuse to charge at other penguins. I saw this tweet from a photographer: "Random observation from Bestival. Otherwise strangers dressed as penguins have an affinity for each other not shared by zebra or tigers.

(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 19:00, 9 replies)
For my work Christmas party, we chose a vague theme of "video games" (being a game testing dept)
I don't know if you've played Bastion, but there's a creature called a Gasfella, which looks like this:

I had the horrible idea of doing this, and I couldn't persuade myself to relent. So I then acquired:
- A blue morphsuit
- A fair amount of cardboard
- Black and white felt
- Two red bandanas
- A balaclava with angry eyes
- Black and white paint...

...to create this abomination:

Pros: Costume was fun to make, and gave me quite a...presence.
Cons: Taking it off/putting it on was bit of an endeavour, and no-one knew who I was for half the time.

Glad I did it, all the same :)
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 18:43, 3 replies)
Before you get excited, this is on average one per 2 years...

For the young kids out there, top right is 'Monkey' from 'Monkey'.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 17:54, 2 replies)
End of the World themed hogmanay party
Me dressed as a monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey

(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 17:38, 8 replies)
We don't need no education
Whilst I was having a shitty 'grown up' New Year's Eve soiree with my then girlfriend my mates went to a local event as bricks from Pink Floyd's Wall. Apparently this led them to the following discoveries:
Wearing an adult sized box covered in pink masonry paint chafes facial skin until it bleeds,
It is incredibly difficult to drink from a pint glass when dressed as an adult sized brick,
A bottle of Advocaat does not make a satisfactory fancy dress runner's up prize for a group of bricks.

If I can get hold of a photo I will.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 17:12, Reply)
Copydex, breadcrumbs, face paint, red food dye and booze!
I went out for a night on the lash dressed like this and caused a bunch of people to cack themselves - The most notable incident was a gentleman standing next to me at the urinal who didn't notice until he was half way through. He shouted "Waaaaah!" as he hurled himself backwards, slipped over and did a bit of wee on himself! It was a fucking brilliant night.

Next day I couldn't get all of the black from my eyes and it looked like I was wearing guyliner, the upside to this was the missus woudln't leave me alone! :-)
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 16:44, 8 replies)
I do like a good halloween dress up
Here are a selection on some of my home made costumes from the past few years..

Firstly, here's Ash - complete with boomstick:

Only took me an evening or 2, so pretty quick for me.

Next, let's go a bit darker with Pyramid head from Silent Hill:

This took me a couple of months, mostly making the head out of an old bike helmet, lots of cardboard and paint. The knife is cardboard round an old pool queue.

Finally, my magnum opus... My space marine:

This took me about 100 hours over the course of 11 months. Papier mache over bike helmets, glueing and scultping polystyrene foam sheets by hand, attacking foam insulation with scissors sourcing non reactive varnish from the US and mixing copious amounts of wallpaper paste and poster paints.
Won a few competitions though!

Best part of all my dressing up was when I was supping a few bevvies outside a pub while dressed as pyramid head and some guy came up to me and said "Woah! Great costume dude! That's the best costume I've seen since that guy dressed up as a space marine a couple of years ago!". That'll be me then..
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 16:33, 7 replies)
Don't go to Hallowe'en parties dressed up as a Mummy. Breathing successfully being the first casualty.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 16:21, 3 replies)
I went to a pirate themed party
as the "Trainspotting? As advertised on Crimestoppers" guy, complete with the orange and green VHS versions of Trainspotting to bang together.

No-one got it.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 16:15, 2 replies)
I once went to a James Bond themed night (Bangface) dressed as minor polygon-headed annoyance Dr. Doak from the Nintendo 64 game Goldeneye complete with door decoder and nametag. Can anyone beat that for obscurity?
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 15:59, 1 reply)
Bad Taste
A few years ago a friend was having a fancy dress party with the theme "Bad Taste". Apparently there were to be no boundaries in regards to the level of sickness the costumes could reach so I opted for a Giant Zombie Maddie McCann. For some unfathomable reason I went home alone that night.

Zombie McCann

(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 15:44, 5 replies)
I was back in Australia after 13 years away, doing a 1 year contract
I was contacted by an old friend asking me if I wanted to come to a rave with him, some 3 day alternative head-fest held in the bush called the Rainbow Serpent Festival. Now it had been at least 13 years since I went to something like that, and about the same length of time since I'd last dropped acid. Aided by the nostalgia of my youth, the fact that my wife was away for 3 months for the first time in my marriage, and with ample trepidation, I agreed.
The problem with recreating your youth, is you're not young anymore and you have more to lose. He'd hired a VW campervan painted in faux hippie style, and immediately started rolling joints as soon as he picked me up from the airport. All I could think was "what a fucking cop-magnet this van is", but given the sheer volume of people, I'd estimate around 10,000 people from the cars, maybe they'd decided to leave the festival alone so as not to overwork themselves and we arrived without incident.
We met some friends in the campground/carpark, a bunch of alternative lifestylers older than me. One bloke had a vial of LSD, and I thought "When in Rome.." and we both took a couple of drops. Now my mate had been working for years in the mines, and had built himself what appeared to be the ultimate robot suit to cover his 6'5 frame. It had a double respirator connected to two tanks, LED lights that could be configured, and a green face mask they use in uranium mines. But it was all disassembled in pieces and he asked me to help him put it together.
I started to get that old familiar feeling of the acid kicking in, and would have preferred to be anywhere else, out dancing in front of the stages with half-naked girls with green hair and tribal tattoos for instance, then engaged in some complicated manual task. He, already under the influence, proved useless. He kept making mistakes, stopping for long periods and staring at all his costume pieces, or sitting laughing half-dressed as robot suddenly self-aware at the absurdity of it all. But he was insistent and helpless and a mate, and had planned and constructed this costume for months for reasons I could only guess at. So I stayed and did my best to help him. Many times we got close before he realised something was missing like his batttery pack and he'd strip off and start again. Friends who had already been for a dance arrived back and also tried to help. Perception of time can stretch and contract when you're on acid, but I'd estimate it took around 4 hours for him to get properly suited up, and it did look impressive, but by then I'd had enough. I abandoned him there and went off to dance by myself. I saw him once again in the night, in the field between the shitty portaloos and the stages. He was surrounded by a group of young Taiwanese ravers, laughing at him and taking pictures with their mobiles. I imagined it must be pretty disassociating behind the mask and rebreather, particularly on acid. Maybe that was what he wanted.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 15:06, Reply)
I'm not one for fancy dress
but had to go to a party where fancy dress was pretty much compulsory so I stuck a white tea towel on my head and held it in place with an elastic band, threw a white bed sheet over my shoulders and claimed to be Laurence of Arabia.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 14:49, 4 replies)

this got me a half day off work
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 14:28, 9 replies)
Halloween party years ago
We bought a load of face paint as it was cheap and we thought we'd be bound to come up with decent ideas on how to use it. Being poor, we couldn't really afford many more props.

One guy used the red paint, made some devil horns and a trident out of odds and ends, put on all red clothing, and was a pretty good Satan.

I used green paint all over my body and wore a binliner as a smock, and we felt it was a passable ogre/gremlin.

And so on, and so on....

We had one person left. We painted him brown, wrapped him in a white blanket, and he went as a stubborn unflushed poo. He won the fancy dress prize.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 13:39, Reply)
I am white. My friend is black. We've purchased blue and green scrubs respectively for the work hallowe'en party.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 13:34, 6 replies)
unexpected horse
yes, it's a pea, but it's all i've got for now.

after a christmas party one year, my parents went upstairs to, presumably, go to bed.
ten minutes later, i could hear thumps and muffled giggling coming from the upstairs landing. unsure what i was about to see, i went upstairs to investigate. there, on the landing, were my parents, draped in a bedsheet and bumping into walls.
"what the fuck are you two doing?" i asked. after a bit more giggling, mum's voice floated out from under the sheet. "we're being a horse!" she said.
i left them to it and went back downstairs.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 13:16, 4 replies)
Uniform Dating
Paying to join this dating site proved to be a total waste of money; there was nobody else on it dressed as a snowtrooper from The Empire Strikes Back.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 13:14, 2 replies)
I'll be back
A friend works in special effects for films (Judge Dredd etc), and did me up as the Terminator (after he's been shot up a bit) for a party. It was a mix of foil, paint, and embalming wax for the face, and very clever use of a car air freshener to make the glowing eye. It was awesome. I was somewhat crestfallen when a girl I had my one good eye on remarked,'Oh my God, your face is disgusting!'

My response? 'Yeah? Well you've got a fat arse.'

I slept alone.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 13:12, Reply)
Went to a Hallowe'en party held by a flamboyantly gay friend. Everyone attending was planning and discussing - quite literally - months before what they were going to wear.
Mrs Vagabond had made her own dark, woman-in-black-style costume.

I couldn't really be arsed with it all, and so on the day I just cut two holes in a bed sheet and went as a ghost.
(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 13:08, 4 replies)
dressing up is for girls.

(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 12:58, 1 reply)
I climbed up a tree in nothing but a pair of skiddy old pants and a Yoda mask
so that a creepy weirdo from Finsbury Park with a balloon on his head could take pictures of me for his website. He insisted I call him 'Optimus' throughout. The entire experience was extremely unpleasant but I was promised 20% shares in the company for my pains, so I put up with it.

I wish I hadn't. My earnings to date: 37p.
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(, Thu 25 Oct 2012, 12:54, Reply)
gotta read it twice.

Edit: I'll let that stand as a pun.

Anyway, here's one story. As an urban explorer living in a foreign country that doesn't like its dirty laundry to be aired (literally; I've stumbled upon dirty laundry many a time in an abandonment), I had my fair share of bad reactions from the locals.

One city government actually sent a website hosting some of my images of an abandoned amusement park a weakly worded letter asking him to take them down because they hurt the image of the city.

Another time, I ran into a scrapper in an abandoned office building. He was throwing all metal things of value out a window to collect below. When he saw me taking pictures, he said something to the effect of "I'm so ashamed on behalf of my country that you're recording this."

I had a photo exhibition in an art gallery, and looking at the pictures on the wall there seemed to be something wrong with it, something about seeing pictures of a bunch of white people from traditionally powerful countries looking at abandoned buildings. Seemed kind of exploitative.

Then one day I was visiting a traditional market and saw something that made it all click. They were selling traditional wooden masks used in shamanistic rituals to satirise the aristocracy. Inspired, I bought one and started using it in self-portraits, in any location from abandoned buildings to the top of construction cranes to the interior of subway tunnels.

Initially I referred to it as a "rape mask," having first become aware of it on seeing a softcore porn rapesploitation movie on late-night cable TV. The plot is so misogynistically ludicrous I'll recap it here. Basically, a salaryman is unable to give his wife the attention she needs. While he's at work, a mysterious masked man wearing the exact same mask invades her home and rapes her. This happens several times, often with witnesses, and slowly she grows to like it. One time, she's raped in front of a female friend, who begs the rapist to take her too, but he beats a hasty retreat. At the end, the neighbourhood pervert jumps in and thwarts the attacker, but when he's unmasked it turns out to be the husband, who I guess was just trying to put a little spice in their love life with some forcible rape. The movie ends with the wife asking him to put the mask back on.

Anyway, that's a relatively minor point in the history of this mask, which is probably more on the level of the Guy Fawkes mask in this country, if they held a spiritual purpose. These masks were originally believed to have their own souls, and thanks to their construction, it's said that the emotion of the wearer is mirrored by the mask.

I've improved my photography using this mask, putting much more thought into composition rather than taking 100 pictures of one boring building. It's been relatively successful, with my images stimulating a lot more curiosity than the previous ones.

I haven't said any names that could make this easy to trace back to me, but I'm not too concerned about secrecy--I like including lots of hints about my real identity. My ego wants to eventually be recognised, and I don't have faith in the local authorities to catch me.

But so far, I've been successful, and I've gone from being seen as an ignorant white guy commenting on something he shouldn't, to an informed, eloquent local. The power of a mask really is remarkable; once I put it on, I really am not my regular self anymore.

Eh, I'll give you one place where you can see my work. This article interviews me and runs my most famous picture. Not sure how comprehensible any of this will be to everyone over here.
Just to be safe though don't "like" this, in case the most popular page is more search-engine friendly. Just being so close to the first post is honour enough...
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