sad season is upon us

Don your dreariest for the Ninth annual Met Gala of The Macabre.

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Our annual procession into sad season is again upon us.  Join us in your most sullen ensemble to revel in summer’s disintegration and welcome the  dim of winter.

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Dance, drink, Die. Definitely cry. Always cry. Hang out in the corners too. Goths don’t socialize. Come socialize. You’ll be sad if you don’t. But we’ll be sad anyway.