Scream Queens

More signs of the season: roving ghouls on Dundas West.

Let them eat brain cake

Happy Birthday to Nette!

Drop Dead Stylish

From the Ladies, the Commandante gave great face.

Psychobilly

We've been poring over photos for several days now and have picked out a few of our faves from this year's shamble. First, from the guys, is this psychobilly gent we encountered near the stage in Christie Pitts park. He had a great look. Three out of four girl zombies in our z-posse wanted to bite his style.

Post Zombie Apocalypse

Ahh... another Z-day has passed, with spectacular results.

I was out in Calaveras finery and took about 1200 pics of the horde before it dissolved into the rain. There were so many fine zombies; five thousand, six thousand or more. Roads were closed and people lined the sidewalks to watch, like a parade... but a parade that attacks you at random intervals. Few spectators were equipped or prepared. That's why this gent caught my eye.

I'll post more stylish zombies soon. But for now... here's Robin in street fashion ready-made for the zombie apocalypse. Bite him if you dare.

Black Magic Woman

 Jeel takes her mojo to the streets to round up infecteds. She's like the pied piper of zombies.

Voodoo on the streets of Kensington

Soon, soon it will be that time again... meantime, a spotting of some beautiful Fever Ray style on the streets of Kensington.

Even zombies need caffeine...

One of the more interesting things I have noticed about zombies on the street is that their associations with substances they have been addicted to frequently linger after death. Once their basic needs for grey matter have been met, they often spend their non-feeding hours seeking beer, cigarettes, even espressos.

Sometimes they do not even consume these substances but rather simply go through the motions of using them. It seems that some habits formed in life linger even after basic autonomic functions are gone.

And so, in honor of International Coffee Day... make mine a triple triple please!

And then the undead street fashion photographer saints smiled.

Hell yes, work it zombie!

I can’t speak for the sartorial value of chain mail and ox horns, but love the swoosh. Eat hot viking surprises from my camera.

On the street... Anthony. Glasses by Versace

"The eye is the window of the soul, the mouth the door. The intellect, the will, are seen in the eye; the emotions, sensibilities, and affections, in the mouth. The animals look for man's intentions right into his eyes. Even a rat, when you hunt him and bring him to bay, looks you in the eye."   -Hiram Powers, American sculptor (1805 - 1873)

Blue afro man

Ghoul Friday

Pencils only work on vampires, kids. Do not stab the teacher. Or get too close.

Best gift ever.

Spott the Loonies’ zombie emergency preparedness kit. He surprised the crap out of me tonight by dropping by with one of these for my wall. Apart from life, nobody has ever given me a gift so awesome. It has a bowie knife, cricket bat, 9mm, frag grenade and paper or electronic documentation. In short, everything you need for zombie survival, apart from twinkies and a hummer.

Spott custom makes these. They start at $300 and up depending on the contents. (You customize your own kit.) If you seriously want one for your home, drop me a message and I'll put you in touch.

Three legged race

 Siamese twins Ginny and Timmy. I loved this look more than words can say.

Mr. Happy

A relaxed look for summer: D&G shades and a scavenged Perry Ellis shirt.