By way of introduction: My name is The Costuminatrix. I am a lifelong horror-movie fanatic. Let me give you an idea of what I think about the horror genre. In the foodie world, a gourmet is someone who enjoys the best of things; a gourmand is someone who will eat anything. Hence, I am a horror gourmand. I'm not saying it's a healthy way to live. But it sure is fun.
I'm also, by trade and training, a costume designer. I have a degree in this. I'm pretty good at it. No, I am not famous, nor would you recognize my work if you saw it. So while I wait for George Romero to call me and ask me to distress a bunch of clothes for zombies to wear on his next movie set, here I am, starting a blog primarily devoted to costumery in horror films. Plus other things. I am nothing if not opinionated.
I guess I don't really claim any street cred as far as actual film critiquing goes, since I review Adult Movies/Media/occasional Paraphenalia for AVN, which sort of makes me a cheap whore. But a well-dressed cheap whore. You're not going to see any of those reviews on here, namely because the object of those sorts of films is not to wear any clothes. Sorry. Believe me, you're grateful for the omission.
I am only as smart and witty as my friends, and I have several who share my love for horror, fashion and cutting remarks. A few of them even have their own blogs, which are much funnier than mine, and better written. I will likely refer to them a LOT, by their various monikers. Think of it as joining a fabulous party, one with wigs and masks and fans, and a big spiked punch bowl.
If you have stopped by out of idle curiosity, welcome! I make no promises that you will be constantly entertained and amused, but remember: some of the best parties end up with lots of people passed out in the back yard.