I didn’t get a chance to take photos of the full costume yet, but here’s what the completed mask/ears/glasses combo looks like. Haven’t decided what to do with my hair on actual Halloween night.
I’m thinking of making a tutorial on how to make a mask that you can attach right onto your glasses…
Beautiful!
I went to see Batman tonight with a few of my friends from the steampunk community. One of my friends was dressed completely normally with the exception of a pair of goggles on top of his head. As we were buying our tickets, he was asked to remove his goggles and leave them in his car, or he would not be admitted to the movie. He was told they were too unique.
In a way, it made sense to me at the time. The shooting was two days ago. The theater wants to make sure everyone feels safe. I get that. But then it occurred to me that those goggles, which he never takes off, are a part of his identity. The fact that he was asked to give up his individuality to make others feel less frightened sickens me. Dressing up is an escape for all of us. Putting on goggles makes us feel more like ourselves. I’m terrified that giving up pieces of one’s identity seems to be the only way to make people feel better. I dressed up for the midnight release. If I had dressed up in my lacy mask and Batman corset earlier tonight, would I have been admitted to the theater, or turned away as a possible shooter? That thought scares me.
I met another steampunk femme character at Steampunk World’s Faire. What was funny was that after this picture was taken, we were walking in the same direction and someone asked if we were the Steampunk Justice League. We were kind of speechless and then kind of went, “um… DC… Marvel… don’t mix… yeah.”
