Horror Fashion Review

I’ve spent the last several months not posting anything here because I’ve been writing a book and working on something big. It hit me early this year that I should do something I’ve never done before. Something that will challenge me, because obviously writing a book of essays and reviews for the first time in my life wasn’t enough of a charge. Sometimes working on two things simultaneously can be helpful.

Though I couldn’t conceive of letting this blog falter in the midst of it all, I find it interesting that over the last few months I’ve been pushed by others in my artistic sphere with a sense of urgency to keep sharing content. To continue posting on my blog or Substack or Instagram consistently to, “keep your audience engaged”. After all that I’ve read and all that I’ve worked through this year, it really got me paused.

This may be a rare concept in these times of mass thought / process share, but if 2025 has any say in who I’ve become, that bitch knows the best version of myself emerges when I take my fucking time.

When I’m busy working on an artistic project, I’m like, busy actually working on that fucking project. I don’t deviate to spend time on writing posts for an audience unless I feel compelled enough to do so. Shutting up and shutting down is essential for my production.

I know I’ve been away for awhile. And though I strongly believe in an artists’ need to fluidly cross between pause and production, I know we’re all part of a world where posting seems paramount and existing for the sake of existing has fallen by the wayside.

Be that as it may, I know I’ll post more on here again once I’m done taking the time to create. Because my life would not have been the same these last five years without Horror Fashion Review.

I’ve looked at my life through a very specific, beautiful, haunting lens since starting this blog over five years ago. I’m thankful for those who have engaged with me, encouraged me, and broke bread with me along the way. But I need to say this now to keep my shit calibrated; I don’t write for an audience. I write because when I was very young I did it to survive and then I kept doing it so I could continue to live. I don’t produce for the benefit or stimulation of others. It’s a joke to think that my abilities and boundaries are defined by who reads or doesn’t read my writing. It’s not selfish, it’s singular and very un-stressful. Very much unlike what the online universe tends to feel like.

All this to say, for those of you still following me, thank you. I’ve never needed you, but I’ve always loved you.

I invite any and all of you who can make it to celebrate the collection I’ve built thus far.