Insanity is in the eye of the beholder
There is no dress code: the more peculiar the better; there is no superficiality, just a deep mystery that conceals the multiple masks they wear; there also is no boundary: they are fucked up, everyone is, they are just not afraid to show it.
They dress their insecurities in such a way that they parade how insignificant they are. Everyone is invited, for they have all been excluded from the same party- one which they all got invites to: the dress code was written on the invitation.
They laugh, and they don’t judge, the drunker the better: vulnerability is strength. They unveiled the artistry of living, and painted themselves with colors that are so complex they don’t even understand- but they make sense in their fascinatingly uncanny world.
They don’t shop with money; instead, they let themselves be bought by self-confidence and attraction, the two things you need to pull their lifestyle of.
They are cool or reckless: there is no in between- for insanity is in the eye of the beholder.