Monday, September 12, 2011

Paper Faces on Parade

Once again kudos to you if you got the Phantom of the Opera reference from one of my favorite songs.

The long over due Masquerade post. What can I say? It was absolutely lovely and posh - most everyone got with the spirit and came in masks. In an underground cellar, amid twinkling lights and grandiloquent glints of glitter, we danced the night away, sans masked intruder/passionately crazed Opera Ghost.

I ran through downtown on my return in the throes of a magical night, clutching a heavy candy bag.


And now to unveil the dress. In the esprit de masquerade, I affected minor Victorian gothic elegance. Mostly, I felt like a vine (please note the floral black lace). A very poofy vine. I came upon it by chance in my favorite thrift store. Like most things I treasure, I discovered it when it was furthest from my mind. 

A few loosely curled strands and a smudge of kohl and voila :
 For inspiration, look no further than Natalya Pushkina, the wife of the father of Russian literature.
Although I must admit my imitation was paltry, I kept with the program. I also decided to throw on a crushed velvet cover-up to enhance my errant 19th century Russian countess look :
 Dress - Thrifted
Shoes - Enzo Angiolini
Jewelry set - Givenchy
Mask - Earthbound
Petticoat (I had to have one) - Party City
Take your turn.
Take a ride.
On a merry - go - round
In an inhuman race.

Eye of gold.

Thigh of blue.
True is false.
Who is who?
Curl of lip.
Swirl of gown.
Ace of hearts.
Face of clown.
Faces.
Drink it in
Drink it up
'til you drown in the light.
In the sound.

Masquerade!

Grinning yellows,
spinning reds.
Masquerade!
Take your fill -
let the spectacle
astound you!

Masquerade!

Burning glances,
turning heads.
Masquerade!
Stop and stare
at the sea of smiles
around you!
<3

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