At Whitby: Goth Child….

The small northern seaside town of Whitby has become transformed into catwalk of gothic fashionistas. You could be mistaken for believing that this is a show of eccentricity, non conformity, odd ness…..But no… This weekend event, reminds me so much of the marvel of Glastonbury. A performing arts spectacular where everyone IS the event. You dont have to get steam punk goths to get this. You simply have to stand back, say hello…..ask….. how? why? did you really make that amazing outfit?

You see, its not just the performers that make this weekend so special. Its the other bits too… The gothic wedding at the abbey, the music, the stalls… I browse delicate waistcoats, a purple velvet top hat. I marvel at the thought of wearing an ornate clockwork bracelet that snakes up my arm. Could this be part of my daily life? Perhaps not, but it is rather like how my daughter Ells, disappears into book, 'Goth Girl'. Pure escapism. A moment of just being…. Surly this is the best freedom. Creative freedom. The best teaching for a child…….x