I went to a masked party over the weekend. With only 2 days notice I didnt have much time to scramble something impressive together. Taking inspiration from one of my most favorite films ever, The Labyrinth,I wanted something silver and white with feathers and sparkle, fit enough to dance with the Goblin King...I ended up wearing a pair of cat ears with a black eye mask instead. Like I was about to go out and burgle someone's house and decided to wear a pair of ears at the last moment just to be kerraazzzy!
When we arrived at the party HQ, there were many Venetian style masks and a few other people wearing black eye masks (last minute party goers too?) but none wearing cat ears. So I at least felt a little bit original. It was a quirky little night. A gorilla played the keyboard. A girl who I thought looked amazing in a harlequin ballerina kind of outfit later looked a big old mess and underneath her silk turban and mask she was just another East end clone with Pat Benatar hair and an eating disorder. So I suppose that was the good thing about a masked party. Everyone could hide who they were and be goblin kings and queens for the night (or a gorilla)
...what a gloomy rainy day. Where's David Bowie in a pair of obscene spandex when you need him?
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