Bored, fidgety, harbouring a gigantic crush on a sketchy English moppet and in possession of coloured greasepaint pencils – what could possibly go wrong here?
I’m seriously so obsessed with this Yungblud kid. He’s got a twenty one pilots-by-way-of-Stone Roses kind of vibe going, with a pit stop at the three-way junction where My Chemical Romance, Oasis and a Hot Topic warehouse intersect. He’s a bizarre little munchkin with too much hair, and I’m delighted to now be aware of both his existence and music – with Keith Flint of The Prodigy now off bouncing around the afterlife, I was in need of an inexplicable crush on a transient-looking Englishman in too much guyliner, and Yungblud is providing in SPADES.
And when I’m obsessed, well, I kind of start to dress like them. Already working out our Halloween costumes for this year’s Mickey’s Not So Scary. Can’t wait to see Mr. Finger Candy in pink socks, creepers, chipped black nails and nine pounds of charcoal-coloured eyeshadow. Um, actually, wait – YES, now that I think about it, I’d kind of like to see that hot ass look right NOW… 😉 I love rock star cosplaying at Disney – in a sea of Little Mermaids, it’s fun to be an Ursula. If Ursula was into sketchy English yobs with insanity hair and a major set of crazy eyes. Which she might be. I mean, I don’t know her life.
But for right now, I’ll content myself with this test run on a Loner-esque look, complete with face paint and my best approximation of Yungblud’s batshit, gravity-defying coif (it’s like Robert Smith got his hair did by Edward Scissorhands.) We’ll revisit this at Halloween – d’you know what I mean, yeah?