In a world of cookie-cutter trends and filtered self-expression, Ozzy Osbourne was a walking exorcism of conformity. From floor-length velvet coats to crucifix-heavy layering, the man didn’t dress to impress—he dressed like a gothic hallucination... and we adored him for it.
His fashion wasn’t “rockstar.” It was ritual.
Black eyeliner? Non-negotiable.
Sunglasses indoors? Always.
A crucifix the size of your self-esteem? Worn with pride.
Ozzy’s wardrobe wasn’t just about edge—it was about commitment. And that, darling reader, is what today’s fashion needs more of. Less scrolling. More spellcasting. Less digital dopamine. More drama.
Here’s to the man who made darkness a designer shade.
He may be gone, but you can bet he’s haunting the afterlife in a bespoke cloak and a devilish grin.
— Pleasure Guilty🥀