siriku submitted this photo with the comment “Taken by a friend in a forest near Southampton. Hope you like!”
I like, friend, I like. It’s making me wish I still smoked so I could get in on the up-tree smoking action. Sitting up a tree with an e-cig doesn’t really look as tough or mysterious, sadly.
Our goth here should be in an ad for New Rocks because his are displayed here to their full potential (his boots, for the disgraceful non-goth readers who don’t know their Demonias from their New Rocks). He’s looking pretty darn nonchalant with is coat draping down the tree and his relaxed pose. It’s daylight but he’s in the shade. He’s not smiling and he’s high up the tree. Top job.
4.8 out of 5 - This photo inspires me to smoke and to grow a beard. Sadly, my gender prevents the beard growing bit. Curse you, gender!
KLynn Horseman submitted this photo and two others with no comment.
This goth has chosen bizarre surroundings for her up-tree experience. It all looks a bit too nice with the manicured bushes and lawn. I can imagine that there’s a nice old lady wearing pearls and a pale pink twin-set just out of shot. Is our goth smiling because she juxtaposed a goffick with my idea of the suburban nightmare? I hope so.
She’s high up the tree and she’s in the shade but it is daylight and she’s smiling. It looks like she has a Misfits t-shirt on and she has cute hair, so bonus points there. Points deducted because of my irrational fear of manicured gardens and car parks.
3.8 out of 5 - Get out! Get out now!
Brydie & Emma submitted this photo with the comment:
"Local Goths spotted clinging to the only nature in sleepwalking distance from their lair in the dead cold heart of Wellington city, New zealand. These two dismal goths rarely seen surfaced in the light of dismay..I mean day, try and do their best to blend in with the tree, but fail miserably as their pale flesh illuninates from the dreaded overpowering fucking sun. But we got you.. you cant hide forever you wicked wicked things."
I think these are the first self-identifying New Zealander goths I’ve received and I’m impressed by their effort (despite the use of a shitty filter on the photo and the blatant bandanna situation). One has cunningly hidden her mouth to disguise any visible evidence of mirth. I appreciate the effortless-looking athletic yet elegant pose of the higher level goth. They’re a decent height up the tree. It’s day time and one is probably smiling but it’s hidden.
4 out of 5 - Good effort from our friends across the Tasman Sea.
OddJoNNY submitted this photo with the comment “Bubbles too!!!”
This is a bloody perky looking goth blowing bubbles up a tree. I suppose it’s pretty difficult to blow bubbles in a sombre manner. I would try myself, for research purposes, but all I have are bacon bubbles for blowing at your dog in the hope that they’ll pull a stupid face. Blowing bacon flavoured bubbles is probably going to make contemplating mortality fairly challenging. I’m willing to give it a go for science.
Our goth here is a good height up the tree, she’s not smiling and she’s in the shade, although it’s clearly day time. Bonus points for the excellent bubbles, the cute socks, sunnies, and the vamp fringe (oh, how I wish I could pull off a decent vamp fringe). Excellent work.
4.85 out of 5 - I just realised that the lyrics to ‘I’m Forever Blowing Bubbles’ are a bit depressing and goffick:
I’m forever blowing bubbles,
Pretty bubbles in the air.
They fly so high,
Nearly reach the sky,
Then like my dreams,
They fade and die.
Margaret submitted this photo with the comment “goth sloth.”
This photo had the makings of something truly beautiful but we’ve been let down, yet again, by the subject goth’s inability to control their facial muscles. I have a vast experience of hanging upside-down so I KNOW that you can stop yourself from smiling from this particular position. Imitating a sloth is no excuse.
Despite the lack of control over the facial expression, the goth IS a medium height up the tree, they’re in a graveyard and it is definitely night time. I’m impressed but it could have been so much more.
4.9 out of 5 - Just remember that sloths only relieve themselves once a week. If you’re trying to channel a sloth but in a goth fashion just think of how happy would you be if you only relieved yourself once a week and then represent that in a facial expression.
Sarah submitted this photo with the comment “Spooky kids work out too.”
I know it may be a shock to some non-goths but many goths work out. Yes, I know, you’ve probably never seen a goth on the squat rack at your local gym but we often choose different workout situations such as a few laps of the cemetery at dusk or, in my case, at a gym in a hospital conveniently placed next to the morgue.
This goth has an appropriately dark and stripey workout outfit on so bonus points there. However, I know you can buy black gym shoes so I question her dedication to being a true Sportsgoth™. At least her shoes aren’t white or fluro. She’s a good height up the tree and she looks relaxed after a hard gravestone hurdling session. She’s not smiling and she’s in a graveyard at dusk.
4.85 out of 5 - I’m feeling motivated for some Sportsgoth™ action at my gym/morgue right now.
Dorylini submitted this photo with the comment “it was raining, so we went to the graveyard, of course.”
My faith in the gothic subculture is being restored one goth up a tree (in a graveyard at night) at a time. This goth is showing particular dedication by enduring the elements to climb her tree (although apparently she chose the graveyard because it was raining, so is it dedication or a fondness for bark inflicted grazes?)
Bonus points for the tree height, the lack of smile, the black velvet dress, the boots, and the mid-climb action shot. The graveyard looks sufficiently eerie and this goth has made the up-tree experience look entirely natural.
5 out of 5 - Why aren’t there any graveyards around my town with decent trees? WHY?
Margaret submitted this photo with the comment “we went to a graveyard on a cold rainy evening, there’s no effect on the picture, the light was just weird colors. also possible ghost involvement.”
I find it difficult to be impressed these days due to the world being a constant source of disappointment to me, but this photo has genuinely impressed me. For the first time in at least a year I nearly cracked a smile. Not only is this goth up a tree in a cemetery but she’s there at night time, she’s not smiling and there’s eerie shit going on with the light. What can I say apart from 5 points, friends? NOTHING.
5 out of 5 - Nothing else matters.
Gothika submitted this photo with the comment “Being a goth is more than a style…it’s a way of life. I live my life in trees full of hate and death. Black soul and black blood runs through the veins of my body.”
This goth approaches being up a tree with an appropriate level of seriousness. I’m unsure of how her trees can be full of hate and death, though. My guess is that they’re infested with those stinky ants that secrete formic acid when threatened (aka ‘piss ants’ as we sophisticates in Australia call them). It seems pretty extreme to call ant-ridden trees full of hate and death, though. Perhaps she just really hates ants.
She’s a medium height up the tree, she’s not smiling and she’s in the shade despite it being a sunny day. She’s appropriately gothed-up with some ant-stomping boots and some hand-protecting lace fingerless gloves. Her veins/skin look pretty normal for someone whose blood runs black. Perhaps she should get that looked at.
4.6 out of 5 - Hating ants is serious business.
Alastair Appleby submitted this photo with the comment “Whilst taking our Grandson to a park I saw this tree and thought let`s go for it, your only young twice, even though I was wearing my new Sacrosanct Festival Tee shirt, I might even be the eldest Goth on here.”
I’m pretty sure this guy is the eldest goth on here. He’s definitely the only one that has a grandchild (that I know of, kiddy goths these days can procreate young). I’m attributing the out of focus photo to the fact that the eldergoth photographer forgot their glasses, so we’re lucky that the goth up the tree was in the frame at all.
I can’t wait until I’m an eldergoth so I can wear prescription black sclera contact lenses with my gravity affected droopy tattoos and piercings, platform boots (with no tread) and my all-black outfit to lawn bowls. I’ll be all ‘In your face, lawn bowls authorities’, and then I’ll bite into a fake blood capsule and then spit my false teeth at them.
Back to the goth at hand, he’s high up the tree so bonus ‘oh my aching knees’ points for that. He has a slight smile on his face but we’re going to ignore that. He’s out in daylight but it’s an overcast looking day. Many bonus points for eldergoth-ness and festival attendance. Rock.
4.5 out of 5 - Respect your eldergoths
blackischeerful submitted this photo with the comment “My boyfriend (whose logo is in the corner) wanted to do a photoshoot, and I thought it would be fun to climb this tree. Unfortunately it wasn’t very tall…”
How cute is this goth? Bloody cute. She has the smug look of a goth girl with a photographer boyfriend who doesn’t have to rely on ridiculous self-portraits and blurry drunken nightclub photos for her blog content. Damn her.
Our goth is nicely gothed up and in an interesting hand-like, albeit low slung, tree. She’s out in daylight but she’s mostly hidden from the sun’s rays. Bonus points for the boots, corset and hood.
4.6 out of 5 - Points deducted because I’m sure the photographer boyfriend could have stretched to a night time shot. COME ON!
Jerome & Alice submitted this photo with the comment “Waiting to die”
What an appropriately goth way to start the year. Welcome to another year closer to your death, friends. It certainly feels like that for me as I think I’ve woken up with a cracking hangover every day for 2 weeks. Hell, if you can’t drink away the pain at Christmas, when can you?
Our pictured goths look to be a low-medium height in the tree. They’re certainly not smiling and they’re mostly out of the sun. I like the perspective here. The photographer has the prime up-tree position and has photographed the lower-order goths trying to deal with their hangovers below.
4.7 out of 5 - Communing with trees is an adequate hangover cure but vitamin B is better (with vodka).
osirianzen submitted this photo with the comment “Alt. models Osirian and Black Lily as Eric Draven and Harley Quinn. Photo by Barfridge LeStrange”
What the hell is Eric Draven doing fraternising with Harley Quinn during the day (or at any time for that matter)? Eric’s brooding character suits some up-tree lamentation and I suppose Harley could have decided to tease him about his love of gaffer tape and the way he badly copies her make-up.
It looks like a sunny day, which is quite disappointing. Eric is a decent height up the tree but he’s not smiling. I like that he has gone to the trouble to bring along his guitar. Harley Quinn appears to be a cyber-gothed up for the occasion.
4.7 out of 5 - Perhaps Harley is attracted to men who are bad at applying make-up. I know I am.
WOMBATINA submitted this photo with the comment “fairy goth”
I don’t care if you’re a fairy goth, there is no excuse for engaging in blatant smiling and shameless bathing in sunlight, even if you do look a little evil in the process. To make matters worse, it appears that this “fairy goth” is up a tree near a beach.
She’s a decent height up the tree but she’s smiling, she’s out in the sun and she’s in an entirely un-goth location. Bonus point for the stripy socks though.
2 out of 5 - Christmas is getting to me.
suilean-dubh submitted this photo with the comment “My bf-at-the-time-but-no-longer were taking a walk in a light drizzle early last spring and I wanted to climb a tree because hey it’s fun and he snapped this.”
Call me nosey, but I wish this goth had given us some details about why she’s no longer with her “bf-at-the-time-but-no-longer”. If I had to guess, I’d say it was because the ex-bf experienced podophobia (fear of feet) and she was a shoe-less and fancy free goth who became tired of her beloved constantly trying to conceal her feet. What started off as an endearing foible became a bloody nuisance and she broke it off in a fit of rage after a particularly irritating visit to the local mall.
This photo was clearly taken in happier times hence the slight smile and the full display of feet. Our goth is appropriately pale and black-clad. She’s a decent height up the tree and it’s either overcast or taken at dusk.
4.4 out of 5 - I have a phobia of becoming dendrophobic.