Starting My Style Experiment
Decided to actually live both punk and goth vibes for a weekend, not just read about 'em. Needed outfits first. Hit thrift stores downtown Thursday morning digging like a maniac. Looked for ripped stuff, weird patterns, anything cheap with attitude. Grabbed this crazy faded band tee with stretched-out neck holes – perfect. Found some shredded black jeans way too big, stuffed 'em into these beat-up combat boots already covered in marker scribbles.
Saturday Was Punk Day
Slapped that band tee on – didn't care the print was half gone. Threw on those huge black jeans, cinched tight at the waist with an old studded belt I yanked off another pair of pants. Used kitchen scissors to rip holes near the knees even more. Messed up my hair with cheap white hairspray till it stuck out sideways. Found safety pins in my junk drawer, jabbed a few through the tee collar. Made my own spiky wristband with electrical tape and nails – kinda stabbed myself putting it on. Slapped on chunky silver rings. Final touch? Scuffed my boots with sandpaper near the toes. Walked down the street feeling hyper, kinda wanted to kick trash cans.
Sunday Flipped To Goth Mode
Completely switched gears. Pulled out this long black velvet dress I found shoved in a $1 bin. Actually ironed it! Dug out old fishnets underneath with runs everywhere. Didn't care, felt spooky. Put on super pale foundation that made me look sick. Smudged black eyeliner everywhere like I hadn't slept for days. Messed it up on purpose, used fingers to spread it into smoky circles. Painted my nails this super dark purple – put on two coats cause first one looked patchy. Slicked hair back super tight with gel, felt glued to my scalp. Found a giant cheap silver cross necklace, heavy like costume metal. Put on my only black lipstick, smudged the edges rough. Walked slow that day, shoulders hunched. Listened to moody music. Didn't smile once.
What Totally Stood Out After Wearing Both
- Punk energy is LOUD: Everything felt messy, jagged, urgent. The DIY rips, spikes, bright hair – screamed "look at me RIGHT NOW." Felt restless, kinda chaotic.
- Goth is heavy silence: Velvet, lace, long lines. Feels old, kinda historical. Dark makeup hides you more than shows off. Everything whispers mystery, not shouts.
- Punk DIY = Messy & Fast: Safety pins through shirt? Done in seconds. Hairspray explosion? Takes two minutes. Feels thrown together angrily.
- Goth Takes Effort: All black isn't enough. You NEED texture like lace or velvet. Makeup takes ages to mess up properly. Feels calculated.
- Vibe Is Night & Day: Woke up Saturday bouncing off walls. Sunday? Wanted coffee at midnight in the cemetery. Seriously – these ain't cousins. They're strangers sharing a closet.
The Real Deal:
You don't GET this just looking at photos online. Had to WEAR the mess, feel the stiff lace, smell the hairspray overdose. Punk feels like a punch to the face – bright, sharp, painful energy. Goth sinks into your bones like fog – heavy, cool, ancient sadness. Both wear black? Whatever. That’s like saying bananas and pickles are both food. Means nothing once you bite in.
