I have no special reason, no point backing my obsession– I just have a serious love for Halloween. The way the season feels, the way it’s scary, the way the memories are filled with sugar and staying up late. Nighttime, black, pumpkins, dressing up. Perhaps because the spooky, creepy, mysterious things that always haunt us, get to be acknowledged and appreciated. The scariest thoughts you’ve had, get to come alive. All of it. An excuse to shamelessly wear whatever the fuck you want in the name of holiday for pete’s sake! So here, an ode, nod, acknowledgment, moment of silence, for All Hallows Eve and its glory.