b to the e hosted a costume party out in hip williamsburg, where there were many ghouls, but even more awesome dresser-uppers. and, yes, like i just said, somewhere around 10:30, 11:00 pm twelve people showed up dressed as the cast of arrested development. the guy who played buster bore a chilling resemblance, and george-michael was especially well-versed in talking just like george-michael. as he left, he told me in that nervous, wobbly voice, "i might use you as a reference for my college application." good times.
leah is the famous twenties actress louise brooks.
these two brothers decided to come as...well...isn't it obvious?
parz, having returned from performing a show out in long island, looks on as people rummage through his apartment, occasionally shouting, "go bills!"
this, however, took the cake: chris is h.i. mcdunnough, from raising arizona. brilliant.
having no money in my first week of new york city living, i wasn's about to go out and create my dream guise as billy argo of the boy detective fails. so, after hearing b to the e on the phone saying, quite clearly, that "it's a costume party," i was planning on going to the party with a fake moustache.
but then, a stroke of genius. are you, like myself, tall and have a suit, and need a quick costume? well, create an awkward moment between you and your new roommate by asking him if you can borrow his girlfriend's red nail polish, get a toothpick, and draw a light scar on your left eye. then pomade or hair spray or gel or molding paste your hair down, but give a decisive curl that hangs over your right eye. put on your suit, and boom - james bond, the book version. no tux. just a suit. tell people you work for universal exports. look at me: don't i have cruel eyes? don't i look less like roger fucking moore and more like hoagy carmichael?
hmph. no wonder one of the krewe of arrested development asked, "are you the mayor of san francisco?"
but then, a stroke of genius. are you, like myself, tall and have a suit, and need a quick costume? well, create an awkward moment between you and your new roommate by asking him if you can borrow his girlfriend's red nail polish, get a toothpick, and draw a light scar on your left eye. then pomade or hair spray or gel or molding paste your hair down, but give a decisive curl that hangs over your right eye. put on your suit, and boom - james bond, the book version. no tux. just a suit. tell people you work for universal exports. look at me: don't i have cruel eyes? don't i look less like roger fucking moore and more like hoagy carmichael?
hmph. no wonder one of the krewe of arrested development asked, "are you the mayor of san francisco?"