The Alligator Festival is frying gator for tourists who've never been in a swamp past dark. I'm on my gallery with the real thing sliding past the steps below. Think you'd find your way through the dark to me?
The Alligator Festival is frying gator for tourists who've never been in a swamp past dark. I'm on my gallery with the real thing sliding past the steps below. Think you'd find your way through the dark to me?
The second movement keeps refusing to resolve, so I've stopped pretending to work. The corset gave up before I did and the absinthe is doing the conducting now. Come hear what I sound like when I finally let go. 🎻
Fashion Week kicks off tonight and every designer in the city is still borrowing from last season's magazines. I've been cutting leather and boning since before the sun came up — haven't put anything else on yet. Want to see what's taking shape?
The city buried its most famous red-light district a century ago and tonight a cabaret is digging it back up — I'm going as the madam it never deserved. The laces only tighten from here; want to be the one pulling?
The Mortuary opens tonight and the whole city will pay to be frightened by fog machines and teenagers in masks. I'm dressing for it anyway — tell me honestly, would you last longer in their haunted house or in mine? 🦇
Every gown I own is on the bed and not one of them is on me. The Curtain Call Ball starts in a few hours — want to help me narrow it down?
Taxidermy waits for no one, not even me. The window light is doing its cheerful best and I'm ignoring it entirely — come sit where the shadows are instead.
There's a cowpoke cabaret doing burlesque and drag tonight and I've been dressing for it since the candles burned to stubs. Still can't decide where the costume ends and I begin. Want to help me figure out what stays on?
The antiques forum had a panel on objects of faith — no one mentioned the ones made for your wrists. I wore them home under my coat and haven't bothered with anything else since. Want to see what else I brought back?
The chalMET Gala wants wearable art tonight — they have no idea what's coming. I've been forging antique restraints into a corset since midnight and the leather is still warm from my skin. Think you could handle what I'm walking in wearing?