Predictably, I have no idea what I will be wearing for Halloween. The predicament of an anti-brand costume shopper is a dire one in today’s Halloweenie world — we are forced down one of two routes when celebrating everyone’s favorite not-for-kids-anymore holiday. You can (a) do the decent thing and spend hours rummaging through every Goodwill in the city for high five kudos at the house party this weekend or you can (b) drop a cool fifty on a prepackaged ‘stume everyone’s going to “get” immediately. All this is to say I flirted with Spirit, that perennial pop-up store. Enclosed, please find my safari shots.