Sorry, I’m not fond of the word ‘normies’ but damn it, if I can’t find a better word. I also don’t like ‘elder’. It makes me feel like we live in Mordor and wear silver robes while we protect a ring. So hey, you like the song? It’s Vandal Moon – Sweet Disaster. Check em out on Bandcamp or Spotify..Or Youtube.
Basics were pretty easy back in the day but sometimes we just wanted to get extravagant with the lace, rushing and billowy layers but when that came to designated gothwear it came with a price tag in the triple digits. When you were a teenage goth or just a goth on a budget, you had to get creative and fortunately enough for us, the sleepwear section of thrift stores once held the answer. Vintage slips and nightgowns when embellished and accessorized right looked on par if not better than what was donning the storefront window of your favorite goth shop. Religious Sex, may she rest in peace. That store was both heaven and torture simultaneously. Look, maybe touch but always leave empty handed. I did get my Pennangalan Victin L5’s there in 1999 though for $200.