So, what did you do this weekend? Oh, I hung out with the undead - you know, those guys with major skin problems. We attacked Japanese tourists and ate their brains... nothing special, really.
Vancouver's third Zombie Walk wasn't quite a remake of Dawn the Dead, but it was bloody close. (What, pray tell, is a zombie march? Check out Wikipedia's entry; it's one of the most entertaining ones you'll read.) I'll take any excuse to dress up as a mauled Victorian nurse, or Zombie Guro Lolita.
Around noon, the undead gathered outside the Vancouver Art Gallery (the same site as my adventure with Art Spiegelman and Count D). Fake blood and peeling latex skin were the standard attire. I spotted zombie versions of Jesus and Santa Claus; a janitor, a boom-boxer, a conductor. At 1pm, the crowd descended into downtown, led by a bloody arm dangling from a stick.
We stumbled through the streets, lunging out at uninfected passersby and moaning "BRAINS!" (Or alternately, "Change!" "Shade!")
The thousand-plus horde came to a halt on the Burrard Bridge. (Someone yelled, "This is supposed to be a zombie march, not a zombie stand!")
Zombies attack! Everything in our wake - tour buses, street signs - was smeared with bloody handprints and brain bits.
Today's special - braaiiiiinnns!
After several hours in the sun, I couldn't wait to wash off the gore.
Dress: a vintage flower girl dress. I splattered it with red acrylic paint and safety-pinned strips of black fabric over the front. Ribbon forms a red cross over the chest.
Eyepatch: I sewed a red crucifix/white square over an eyepatch from the drugstore.
Red/black bracelet: handmade from velvet, lace, and beads. I also wrapped white gauze around my arms.
Black and white lace headdress: handmade. It actually belongs to my cat, Basil!
Red and white candy purse: Paul Frank circa 2003.
Red and white boots: From a 2004 trip to Barcelona.
