I seem to write retroactive blogs these days, always about the past. Perhaps, since it's my last year at Yale, I'm trying to slow down time in some personalized fashion. Looking back keeps my mind occupied so I don't have to look forward.

Psychoanalysis aside, this was a great party, and I've got some great photos to share. I've debated whether or not to use people's real names, since I haven't asked anyone if I could post their picture (which I've made it a habit to do), and””who knows””perhaps some of them are on the run from a stalker or the like. (Although a stalker might know your face and not your name.) It just occurred to me that I've posted images of faculty members without asking permission, but they're in the spot light all the time, so to speak, so it seems a bit different... more like their image is already in the public domain.

Let's commence!


a snow queen


costume made with stuff brought back from the Plattus studio's trip to China


the architecture cheer-leader: archi-pride!


Donnie Darko


the mod squad


yankee doodle guy (that's a famous local greasy spoon)


“bi-sexual post-coital sorority girl in fall;” how could I make that up?


a dandy


char still had a boot on her leg...


but she was solid gold!


that's me””I'm an evil fairy godmother... I grant naughty wishes


the foam cutter. just look at that concentration. He had a sign-up sheet on his back and I made sure to sign it.


my favorite costume of the night. I grew up on cooper square, where Gwathmey's monstrosity is being built, the “sculpture for living.” It's almost finished, I noticed, when I went home for Thanksgiving. At first I feared that this costume was an homage...


but no! See the wrecking ball? Ha.


screamin' punk on the bus to the party at the sculpture building. It's the second year we've had a joint architecture-art school Halloween party, with mixed results. Not as many architecture people showed up this year. A lot of 3rd-year students went to NYC to celebrate, but I made it a point to stay in town since it's the last time I'll be going to this party. (can't you smell the nostalgia? It's intoxicating.) The previous batch of photos are from the "liquor treat" party at an apartment building near school. It's half-populated with architecture students””we call it the architecture dorm.


the white trash couple. (can I say that or is it racist? socio-economist?) and susan as a bee hive.


orange 21 uncoated finally gets its moment in the sun... wait, I mean in the dark.


and so many others I haven't included for a variety of reasons. enjoy.

[All these photos are twice as big as they appear. Right click "view image" if you want an enlargement.]