"In the spring, a young Goth's fancy lightly turns to climbing trees."
Alfred, Lord Tennyson, never scribbled a truer line. As the weather in the northern hemisphere becomes less chilly, black-clad devotees of all things shadowy and supernatural start eying likely boughs. You can't stop them. You might as well enjoy their antics. Go to https://gothsuptrees.net and celebrate the tendency of well-meaning people with inappropriate footwear to try and emulate squirrels.
Looking a bit punk there, and all the better for it!
The classic look, with a hint of Karloff/Lugosi about the setting and general tone.
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