There's a stereotype concerning West Hollywood, which involves the large gay and transexual population that inhabits the area. There's also a common stereotype about men in the costuming, wardrobe and makeup departments of a variety of studios, which is that they tend to walk up the down staircase, if you know what I mean. And there's this bizarre myth about gay men and crossdressers that would have us believe that they're particularly fond of dressing up. All of these rather sweeping societal generalizations not withstanding, the massive street party that is held on West Hollywood each Halloween seemed like the ideal chance to really experience masters at work.
I can't hope to give you a reasonable measure of how many people were out at the peak, but it was such a crowd that you couldn't but move in a five lane closed off road without bouncing off of a mass of bodies. I saw more incredible costumes than I could count, remember or hope for Clint photograph. We did our best, however, and I hope you enjoy our brief collage.
Now, not to brag unduly, but as a man who considers costuming a craft worthy of a wise man, I was a little intimidated. My costume came together at the last minute with little preperation and fear of failure. I'd always been happy that my costumes had usually been eye-turners in Fayetteville, but now I was in the big leagues. Well, while Clint and I were by no means the stars of Sunday Night, we got our fair share of attention.
