From Times UK Online
Soft flesh, sinking teeth, romance, possession — we're having a gothic moment with Twilight and True Blood
I remember walking through Soho with a friend about 10 years ago. It was late and we’d had a few drinks. Lumbering gloomily towards us were a couple — he in full-length leather coat and chalk-white make-up, she resplendent in dyed black hair, purple velvet bodice, net skirt and thigh-high boots. My friend muttered something disobliging
about Camden Market. I said, slightly louder than I meant to, “Tragic goths”, and laughed so hard that I banged into a lamppost.
Shortly after this, I wrote a feature about people who genuinely believed themselves to be vampires, including a man who had had his teeth filed into fangs, along with his unscary posse, all of whom lived in a squat off the Caledonian Road. Again, I was overcome with laughter halfway through.
Of all the 1980s youth cults, goth has always struck me as the most comical. They were always so provincial: you never met a goth who came from, say, Shoreditch. They were always from places like Pontypridd or Mablethorpe, with their little cloaks and spider’s-web necklaces. And they took themselves so seriously: you wanted to tickle them and say, “Psst, you’re not really undead. Here, have a Wotsit.”
It is with some incredulity, then, that I am obliged to report that goths have had the last laugh. In 2009, we’re all vampire-obsessed. You can buy black nail polish at Superdrug. Dita Von Teese, Nicole Kidman and Madonna have helped popularise intense pallor, and starlets such as Rumer Willis and Kristen Stewart continue the tradition. Every luxe make-up and fashion brand around can sell you all you need to look freshly exhumed; meanwhile, Lindsay Lohan is posting pictures of herself wearing fangs on Twitter.
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