Suffer For Your Art

Death has come to your little town, sheriff.

Turns out Loomis was talking about the guy on the left.

My poor brother in a heavy stalkaround costume I made, probably in the late 90's.  Unlike the way a standard stalkaround costume is constructed, where the "actor's" shoulders hold the weight of the costume, I was in a hurry with this late concept, so his head did the heavy lifting.  Terrible.  

And regarding my Myers costume, I remember being bothered that kids could always see my actual eyes (I hated seeing his eyes in any of the films).  Since I didn't have the blackest nor the Devil's eyes, I put a piece of black mesh on the inside of my Myers mask.  I recall having severe flood lamp glare the entire time I handed out candy.  I could barely see.  

I've mentioned this earlier on the blog somewhere, but my brother would receive "acting" instructions from me throughout the night.  [Annoying] acting instructions.  He would start by standing in our neighbor's driveway.  And then slowly glide up over their lawn towards the approaching kids.  He then was free to roam, staying close to our house.  "Free."

In the photo above, you can even see his eyes looking out of the rib cage.  Note you can't see my eyes in the Myers mask (I should have used more mesh on my brother's costume [though I'm certain that would have resulted in a child being stomped by accident].  Also please note that my brother is wearing black pillowcases over his shoes (impossible to tell from the photo).  That makes me laugh every time.  Totally unnecessary.

It was a really fun night.  And I remember putting the Death costume on at one point and running as fast as I could up the street.  We were all laughing pretty hard.  But it was then that I realized the costume was a horror show inside.  And it was heavy.  Like you hated to even open your mouth from the weight of it resting firmly against the top of your skull.  My poor brother.