After the great responses to the exceedingly dodgy mallgothy pictures I posted in my recent rambling, Growing Up Goth, I figured I should probably show you the rest. Are you ready for this? I don't think you are. But here we go.
At the time, I loved these pictures (taken by Dan, also in his extremely short-lived 'Goth' phase) and thought I was the most awesome spooky kid ever. No, really. Looking back, I still love them, but for totally different reasons... I will be kind, and not post pictures of Dan in HIS mallgoth phase (although he didn't do too badly, actually, which makes my sartorial mistakes just that little bit worse).
Like this one.
This was only taken about four years ago, which makes me cringe. When I'm 25 I'll probably be able to look back on it with slightly more enthusiasm. I thought I would be able to provide some sort of witty and humourous commentary, but words actually fail me. Will my Goth cred ever recover from posting these on the internets? No, probably not.
Bless the try-hard syndrome of the babygoth. A bare stomach, complete with gloves, scarf and trenchcoat? Not going to ask why I thought that was a good idea.
Now, along with the traditional no-nose pics, doesn't every budding Gothling have a 'Look, guys, I'm, like, DEAD!' standard cemetery photo in their albums? Or was that just me? If I'm being entirely honest, I actually have a copy of this photo on my closet door. It makes me smile. Don't get me wrong, I love cemetery photoshoots to this day. It's just the massive grin on my face that makes me laugh. Ah well. At least you can tell I'm having fun. Being, like, dead.
So that's my skeletons out of the closet, readers - now it's your turn. A few people were threatening to dust off their own dodgy mallgoth photo albums, and I'm getting weirdly excited about it. Do your worst, fellow Gothlings!
Listening to: Building Steam - Abney Park