On Sunday my friend Foz invited me to come to an exhibition about Punch and Judy with him. It was in Brighton (where he lives) and seeing as I love Foz and I love Punch and Judy I decided I had to make myself go, despite being scared rather witless. But I made it and after about an hour of trembling and panicking and failing to be a normal person I started to get comfortable enough to talk with him properly and we had a lovely day at the seaside. The exhibition wasn't as good as we had expected but we got to see a Punch and Judy show which I loved, I hadn't seen one since I was a tiny child. I'm pleased that the Devil still turns up and Judy still gets beaten with the slapstick (though the baby didn't get abused. I guess that's going too far these days :P). Then we wandered around the seafront looking at some galleries and mocking the psychics and carousel owner who cares naught for art, only for fish and chips and had tea in a cafe and chatted about his upcoming shows (Foz is a musician and arty performer man) and my rubbish circumstances. It was really nice and I'm so glad I made myself go! Now I feel all brave and proud of myself (and yes I do realise how pathetic that is). Anyway as It was a Punch and Judy themed trip I decided to dress in my most Mr Punch-esque outfit:
Yes, I do realise now that my tits are ridiculous, I thought the cardigan would cover them up a bit, but as you can see it didn't really help.
Dress: Homemade (designed and made partially by me but mostly by Claire :P)
Shoes: Minna Parikka
Hairbow: Dolly Dagger
And now my big puppet face:
Face: Avon tinted moisturiser, Gosh porcelain foundation (as concealer), ELF complexion Perfection, Evil Shades Brazen blusher
Eyes: High Voltage Cosmetics Redhead brow powder, black mascara
Lips: Mac Russian Red lipstick
Because I generally dress like a sort of scarecrow/clown/80s pop star/ pantomime dame I'm used to having annoying comments shouted at me on the street (I don't think I deserve it and it does frighten me a lot but it's gone on since I can remember so I just put up with it) but sometimes the things that get shouted at me are amazingly stupid. For instance on Sunday some blokes started shouting 'Oi Coco The Clown! You look like a clown!' at me... Well Duhh! Oh God, I had no idea that my painted on cheeks, bright red lips and silly puffy metallic dress made me look slightly clownish! Thank goodness I have middle aged men pointing it out for me. It also made me giggle on the inside as Foz actually does dress as a sort of clown for performance.
Here's a couple of punch photos incase anyone else is interested:
Poor sad dead looking punch :(