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Checked the date for Nuit Blanche this morning and found out it was this past weekend. I haven’t bothered going in ages—after the first year or two it got too crowded to navigate—but I’d bought a Hallowe’en mask on Sunday that really cries out to be worn to something urban and nocturnal. It’s a cat mask of cheap plastic, but with pink pseudo-neon tubing that outlines all the features. It looks like a cyberberpunk bakeneko.
I don’t dare wear it around Andrew as even when the lights are set to steady they make a faint high-pitched hum that would probably bother him, which rules it out for Hallowe’en. In any case it doesn’t really give Hallowe’en vibes; it looks more like something you’d wear to a rave (says the woman who’s never been to a rave in her life). I’ll see if I can take some selfies with it later-- might at least make some good icons for this blog.
I don’t dare wear it around Andrew as even when the lights are set to steady they make a faint high-pitched hum that would probably bother him, which rules it out for Hallowe’en. In any case it doesn’t really give Hallowe’en vibes; it looks more like something you’d wear to a rave (says the woman who’s never been to a rave in her life). I’ll see if I can take some selfies with it later-- might at least make some good icons for this blog.
