I go for glued on mustaches and a film about a murderous, unloving oilman...Vanity Fair opts for bottoms and a sexy French film about a very loving woman. Next year for Halloween, perhaps I should find a happy medium. Aw, but what's the fun in that? I actually put on a full Tippi Hendren costume last Friday, but decided that the platinum blonde wig - god forbid - clashed with my skin tone. So, I ripped it off, glued on the 'stash, oiled up the hair and face and hit the bar. I think they call that tearing off your costume to spite your face.
(Photo by Steven Meisel for the December Vanity Fair)