Tintin, the intrepid reporter who managed to foil his enemies, while chasing down a story and exotic countries, was, and remains, my hero. As a seven-year-old in Guilford I did my best to emulate him, alas, glasses were a necessity but the +4 pants, rackish tie and dapper overcoat captured the spirit for my satisfaction… However I spent the entire evening trying to explain to people who I was. #Surrey wasn’t ready then, and likely is isnt now, for this remix of a relatively obscure Belgian.
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Now for something truly terrifying… Dressed as someone who diligently supported, cheered for, podcast it, newsletter, artefact did and documented the local hockey club, #Canucks Is there anything scarier then committing when’s leisure time knowing that each and will end in a Shakespearean mello-drama of sadness and fury? Not sure but let’s ask #ChicagoCubs fans for perspective Note: this costume appeared on the side of a bus in this image… Also was seen on signs above urinals, sky train stations, websites,… I signed a release waiver in pencil. Thomas Gradin was my witness
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I have stories which make Jimmy Buffett seem sober, Keith Richards cringe and Hugh Hafner blush… (Well at least two of those are true) This is my homage to the crusty septgagrnarian and erstwhile Publisher and *cough “sexual liberator ?)”— I don’t look or read his magazine, nor say it’s name aloud, but I do admire his vast selection of smoking jackets. Sidenote: this is the last time my face with cleanly shaven at shan’t be again as I found it extremely uncomfortable. Further sidenote: Kenny Trobman vastly upstaged me with his Ron Jeremy costume that year at the east side tavern
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An eager archeologist prepares to untangle mysteries of Mesopotamia.
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It’s Saturday night, and I am live. Ready to hit the streets of Whalley, perhaps to Stardust roller rink. Accessorizing the snappy baby blue turtle neck, is an approximately 3 pound brass Pig belt buckle – clasping a heavy leather belt, suitable for light bondage play (evidently at least)
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It’s my turn in the hoosegow this time as i wear the distinctive hoops of a convict — a portent of things to come? Oh brother where art thou? Turns out he’s right next to me in the trailer as Dad, as a Coureur des bois, pedals us along in a parade in the quasi-Dutch town of Lynden Washington. Bikes provided by Cap’s Cyclery where uncle Mark toiled… occasionally we would get to venture down into the basement at the Sapperton store to see old man Cap’s collection of legendary junk
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Turns out the parade was a portent of things to come as I ventured out, moustachioed, into the wilds of Guilford complete with my inmate number for easy identification. We would rampage through Guilford mews using pillowcases instead of plastic sacks #ProTips This time it’s brother Dan as a clown, no tears for this one, and brother Bob with some inappropriate cultural appropriation which I won’t comment upon further.
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