Dreamy Halloween Costumes: Couples Edition

So I finally have a permanent Halloween Costume partner and it turns out that this guy hates to dress up for Halloween.  It was like pulling teeth to get him to dress up as Alvie Singer to my Annie Hall.  

Oh, Woody and Diane did it so much better - but at least I got the wrinkles down for authenticity.  

Halloween was always my favorite holiday and one I took tres seriously as you can see HERE, HERE and HERE.  But my legal domestic companion will only dress up if it requires minimal effort. 

You'd think that Lisbeth Salander and 

Mikael Blomkvist would be a perfect fit. . . 

He could dress Scandinavian minimal and I could dress like a punk rock little boy, but, alas, he nixed this idea.

Then there's the obvious:

But he's not a fan of Frida and absolutely HATES Diego (I've told him too many stories, maybe).  I didn't tell him that our engagement photos were an homage to them (by the way, he hated putting his hand on my shoulder like I was property but I was art directing and that's exactly the look I wanted).  

So then I decided to pull from history, cool looking 1960s history, of course.  Like Serge and Jane.  Granted I can't pull off bangs like Jane Birkin (trust, I cut some last week) but I would LOVE to see Hubbo in one of Serge Gainsbourg's suits.

 He said absolutely not, no one would know we were in costume (I offered to carry a basket and he still refused!).

OK, fine, but EVERYONE knows Liz Taylor and Richard Burton.

It's crazy that Richard's smoking on his wedding day DURING the wedding photos.  Crazy amazing!  

You KNOW I already have all the flowers and wire to make her wedding 'veil,' but guess what . . .he said 'No.'

And he said 'No' to Talitha and John Paul Getty (in Morocco, of course).  I didn't even mention her heroin overdose!  

His main argument was, surprise!, that no one would know who we were.  Maybe they wouldn't but I would and I would love to see him draped in robes.  

Ok, fine, maybe people wouldn't recognize all those people but SURELY, SURELY he would agree on Mick and Bianca.

If we stuck to their wedding day attire and I kept a dour look on my face because my husband-to-be had just given me a prenuptial agreement, then EVERYONE would know who we were . . . 

He disagreed.

I got more of a reaction when I suggested Jack and Wendy 

from the Shining but I think the idea of me in overalls 

made him finally say no to that one as well.   

Well if movies were his jam, then Only Lovers Left Alive 

would be my first choice.  

Especially if I could wear this gorgeous caftan

This was a strong 'NO!' from him.  He argued that for SURE no one would know who we were.  'They would if we were in New York,' I grumbled.  


OK, maybe Jim Jarmusch wasn't huge in Austin but you know Wes Anderson is.  And, with Tilda on my mind and a desire to dress like a Golden Girl I suggested Madame D. and M, Gustave from The Grand Budapest Hotel.  

He counted with Zero and Agatha and I was shocked!  This would require a costume on his part.  Excited, I started to plan our outifts.  Then Hubbo told me, in reality he probably wouldn't do it.  Well, I guess I'm glad he's honest.

Maybe I can trick him into this at the last minute: