prickvixen

Even as I was finishing up last year's black tailcoat, I had an idea for something even more outrageous and over the top, inspired by some gold lame' brocade I found... rather than something relatively tasteful, I decided to give the next outfit the full Versailles treatment, with everything gold and gleaming and too much.

I wore this outfit to a downtown gathering not too far in the recent past; the epithets I can recall were "The Thin Gold Duke," "the Golden Boy," and "the white Prince," but nevertheless I came away with just a single photograph, so eventually was made to face the unpleasant task of taking pictures of myself.

The coat is all mine; the blouse is the one

dv_girl was kind enough to make for me last year. Everything else is more or less off the rack. I have a more obscenely tight pair of gold pants, but I need to drop another few pounds before I can stuff myself into them again. :)

As always, my poor photography doesn't do it justice, it's better in person, etc., and I could stand to be more spontaneous (i.e. on drugs) and not running back and forth between the set and the camera. I started drinking cognac near the end, and I think it helped. n.n