Hallow's Eve

From all outward appearances, we might seem like respectable and pedestrian adults. But give us the occasion to behave like 12 years olds and we throw all caution to the wind. Thank God for a happening like Halloween when we have full license to don some fantastical, creative expression of silliness. I'm so all over that. Imagine my delight when the good colleagues of my office went to town today in expressing their inner child. Art Directors always come up with something unique and our directors were no exception. This charming quartet came as various varietals of the grape. You can't tell in this photo, but their hats are made of cork.

A Ninja sales assistant. A mummified project manager. And a special projects director who insists she's a fruit bat. Is that working for you?!

These two work on the same magazine, so their choice of geriatric costuming comes as no surprise. That their magazine deals with aches, pains, arthritis and osteoporosis makes even more sense.

The marketing department had to come up with something good. They did. "Cereal Killers."

Arghhhhhh! The pirate contingent represents. Give me a cutlass and I will slash ye budget to bits!!!

Medieval Splendor!

This editor described her garb as an Italian witch. Not southern Italy. Not Sicily. Northern Italian. Some gypsy blood. Interprets tarot differently than other witches. I love editors because not only do they don the costume, but they also write an interpretative history of their character.

It takes balls to wear the Batman suit. Obviously this guy works in Production.

Satan always makes an appearance. And thank God.

She described her character as "Working Mummy." Which. Was. Brilliant.

This is one of our editorial assistants whom I adore. She borrowed this get up from her son. She also carried a large rolled up faux joint which -in character-she kept toking on. Yeah, mon!!

I just love Halloween. We'll have to do this again next year.