…and we’re not talking about the sad, trendy youngins who look sad, feel sad and listen to sad music. No, we’re talking about the people (of all ages) who are inspired by the gothic novel form, as seen in Bram Stoker’s Dracula. And where else can one indulge one’s inner Goth than in the town which inspired it all?
When it comes to dressing up in costumes, I’m all for it. Many’s a costume party I’ve attended wearing Viking dress (complete with battle-ax and horned helmet), or a Roman toga, or a Fifties-era outfit, or a French military uniform from World War I (to name but a few of the personas I’ve adopted).
My rule of thumb: when it’s a party, it’s fine. When it becomes your lifestyle, then it’s fucking pathetic.