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Good Morning Ladies and Gents,
I had the most wonderful time last night at the Edwardian Ball last night in downtown LA. Now, that would be Edward Gorey, not Kind Edward. The funny thing is, I just happened to be telling a good friend a couple of weeks ago about one of my favorite books as a kid, the Gashly Crumb Tinies,
though at the time I had no idea what the name of the book was. All I remembered was my favorite letter W
And oh my GOD I saw "W" at the ball!
The ball took place in a beautiful (but run down) theater, in which the parading pretties fit in perfectly.
It was great because everyone there took such care and so much effort went into their costumes. As a life long member of the Renn Faire I've seen a lot of costumes in my day, and I was impressed. My pictures don't do them justice, but I tried:
There was great vaudeville type music, burlesque dancers, and circus acts, and a very faint but lingering goth-type feel. I guess this is what happens when those goth kids grow up. Speaking of scenes, I've been hunting for a new tribe for some time now, and its been rough, but very self affirming. I was so disappointed when my Drum and Bass scene started to die here in the City of Angeles. Where did the dancers go? Where did all the hoodie clad boys in the back, who've made it their life mission to mad-dog on the music go? I was so worried that all I would be left with after Jungle disappeared would be the regular club kids, who seem to be competing in one of two contests: for the boys it was who can stand around looking the sleaziest WITH the creepiest pick-up line, and for the girls, who can dance the awkward-iest is the world's smallest skirt. I don't go to clubs to meet my mate to further populate the world with stupid babies. And your money doesn't impress me. I go to clubs to get carried away in the music, and to be entertained by who I paid to see there. Because, yes, I know who's...
I had the most wonderful time last night at the Edwardian Ball last night in downtown LA. Now, that would be Edward Gorey, not Kind Edward. The funny thing is, I just happened to be telling a good friend a couple of weeks ago about one of my favorite books as a kid, the Gashly Crumb Tinies,
though at the time I had no idea what the name of the book was. All I remembered was my favorite letter W
And oh my GOD I saw "W" at the ball!
The ball took place in a beautiful (but run down) theater, in which the parading pretties fit in perfectly.
It was great because everyone there took such care and so much effort went into their costumes. As a life long member of the Renn Faire I've seen a lot of costumes in my day, and I was impressed. My pictures don't do them justice, but I tried:
There was great vaudeville type music, burlesque dancers, and circus acts, and a very faint but lingering goth-type feel. I guess this is what happens when those goth kids grow up. Speaking of scenes, I've been hunting for a new tribe for some time now, and its been rough, but very self affirming. I was so disappointed when my Drum and Bass scene started to die here in the City of Angeles. Where did the dancers go? Where did all the hoodie clad boys in the back, who've made it their life mission to mad-dog on the music go? I was so worried that all I would be left with after Jungle disappeared would be the regular club kids, who seem to be competing in one of two contests: for the boys it was who can stand around looking the sleaziest WITH the creepiest pick-up line, and for the girls, who can dance the awkward-iest is the world's smallest skirt. I don't go to clubs to meet my mate to further populate the world with stupid babies. And your money doesn't impress me. I go to clubs to get carried away in the music, and to be entertained by who I paid to see there. Because, yes, I know who's...
that ball looks like a blast
MAY 2012
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