Talking about Morris Costumes in Charlotte feels sort of like a cliched North Carolina Halloween story at this point, but we’re gonna go there anyhow for two reasons. One: Morris Costumes in Charlotte is the world’s largest distributor of costumes, and a few years ago my former colleagues James Mieczkowski and Dillon Deaton made this short, lovely documentary about what it’s like to work there at Halloween:
Two: The company’s late founder, Philip Morris, famously said he sold a lifelike gorilla suit to a guy who recorded the most famous Bigfoot footage of all time.
Anyhow, now that you’re in a costume state of mind, we’re going to play a little game. In the comments below, I want you to come up with your best North Carolina-related costume. First, come up with a name for your costume (i.e. Sexy Lighthouse! Zombie Carolina Panthers Fan! Extreme Asheville Guy!). Then, in a sentence or two, describe how you’d pull it off. For example:
Christian Girl Autumn: Move to Winston-Salem, dress in various shades of brown, beige and hounds tooth, rant about Vermont, and spill pumpkin spice lattes on your friends as you fumble with your phone to show off your perfectly curated Instagram feed.
I have more (largely outdated) examples here and here.
I’ll choose my top three favorite costumes in an upcoming newsletter, and I’ll also pick the readers’ choice awards, based on the entries that get the most likes. Good luck, and remember, sexy lighthouse isn’t just a costume. It’s a state of mind.
Murphy-to-Manteo Man (works best on a taller guy): Starting with the site of the "perfect murder" in the mountains around your head, this map costume follows US 64 out to the coast, highlighting the strange and wacky along the way (world's largest chair in Thomasville!). It culminates with the Lost Colony down around the left ankle. But what of the right leg, you ask? That would follow US 264 where it splits just after Raleigh (which would be strategically placed at the crotch), for those who get confused and wind up taking the long way through Swan Quarter.