I love this liminal time of year , when the Otherworld is just a bit more accessible. When mummery , be it thrift shop finery or garments rich in folkloric significance can be found in the elevator, on the street , even at the dog park . When fairies , pixies, elves and ogres seem believable and where the day to day grind of this reality can be relieved by the fancy of the Other.
So as Los Angeles once again burns , I play with paper dolls and imagine a more playful , magical , liminal place .
Have a grand Samhain, Hallowing, All Hallow’s Eve 🎃👻🦇💀!