When I was in high school I became madly infatuated with a boy who always dressed in navy blue and black. He looked like a shadow when I would see him walking in the distance, and as cheesy as it sounds I wanted to be a shadow with him. So I threw away all the colored clothing in my closet which left me with all of maybe 4 outfits. Soon afterwards everyone presumed I was a goth chick, which I had never even heard of. I always thought the goth people were dark punk rockers or something.....

anyways, I soon afterwards met a beautiful uber-goth boy with long hair and scars on his arms and pierceings and fishnet shirts. He showed me the ways of Christian Death and Sisters of Mercy and Skinny Puppy and bondage (my first experience being with the laces of his 20 hole Docs) and floggers and all sorts of sin. Such is the story of how I got into the goth scene.

I would get all dressed up in fantastical outfits and take pictures with my friends. I would also dressed them up, and do their make-up and hair. I always enjoyed transforming people in ways they wanted to be transformed, bringing out their dark and glamorous side. So after years of doing it for fun and practicing mostly on myself I was offered a position doing make-up at a media company, apparently because I was better at it than the make-up artist currently employed by them. So of course I took the job and have been learning to do make-up ever since :-)