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Forget sexy cats, world leaders and the cast of Succession. The chicest
Halloween costume in 2019 was a slinky wild west satin shirt and fringe-embellished mask that covered the wearer’s entire face, save for a tantalising glimpse of chin. Your party wasn’t a party unless someone was sporting the Lone Ranger-moseying-down-to-Torture Garden look of country crooner Orville Peck.
“I heard people say they were going to do it, but I thought there would be just five or six,” explains a gravel-voiced Peck down the line from Copenhagen as he nears the end of his European tour. “But if you look at the tagged photos on my
Instagram it was hundreds and hundreds of people of every age, gender and race, including a woman that looks like she’s probably in her 80s and a Brazilian influencer in a Swarovski crystal mask.”