The theme was disco, the temperature was H.O.T., the walls were sweating and we danced all night long at the Ponystep party at Hoxton Bar and Grill last night!
I met Ima Doll and Liza Angst my dates for the night at the bus stop (if budget would've allowed I'd've ridden a white horse bare-backed Bianca Jagger-style but needs must), then realised my cork-heeled platforms were already starting to fall apart! Liza produced two band-aids which actually held the poor shoe fast as I did the hustle and bus-stopped over broken glass, dripping with sweat for the next four hours!
As I stooped to apply said plasters, two policemen appeared out of nowhere to ask what I was concealing in my shoe!! Ima thought they were the Fashion Police and they had received complaints that our disco outfits were too HOT and were causing a disturbance, but even more fabulous was that they thought I was stashing DRUGS in my platforms! So we really felt like extras out of Thank God it's Friday as we sashayed off with a cocky "We got away with it....!" Luckily they saw the joke, imagine if I'd ended up down the station for a strip-search! Hmmmm, imagine!.......
I'm so glad we took the bulk of our photos at the beginning of the night when hair and make-up were still in place and hadn't slid to cheek and chin. Wasn't it Diana Ross who allowed photographers for the first ten minutes of a performance and then banished them quick-smart? This is a policy I shall be employing from now on, my photos later make me look like a frightening lady with freshly boiled head!
Ima's onesy deserves a moment's reflection, there's enough silk to fashion a parachute in this Marc Jacobs garment!
Amazing, non?
My jumpsuit was made by Stevie Stewart, based on one she made for Kylie, with help from Paul and Alison - and I sewed some of the buttons on!!! After dresses I think a jumpsuit is the most perfect garment, chuck it on and off you go! If I could have one in every jewel hue I'd never have to wonder what to wear out again!!
Ima and I started on the dancefloor but couldn't wait to move on up to the stage, there was more light to bounce off our outfits up there.....this is one of my favourite pictures of the night of Ima and Paloma, even with a palm full of sweat, Ima's make-up is amazing and I don't know how Paloma stayed looking so cool and pale, by now I looked like I'd gone a round with Andy Minska (I wish!)...
Talking of boxers, don't know who this beautiful bruiser is but we decided he was the male version of Ima and demanded a photo....he looks like he's used to being immortalised in black and white by Bruce Weber and was a little unsure but relented....
We ran into Bishi and Susanne who were conserving energy throwing shapes, which keeps you cooler than my spinning/hand clapping and even sometimes bouncing with excitement at the opening bars of Tasha Thomas or Liz Torres!
First prize for resilience would have to go to Lady Bunny who was guest-dj and had at least six wigs perched atop her head. That sequinned dress must've weighed about fifty pounds and those drag queens rarely stop at one pair of tights! Despite all this she out-danced all the club-kids easily AND kept her false eyelashes on all night! (note to self, must find out what foundation she uses....)
Miss Dee was in the house and I haven't seen this gorgeous troublemaker in years! True to form she'd removed her dress and shown me her matching underwear ensemble before I'd had a chance to introduce her to the girls, but they already felt intimate none the less....
I really haven't danced like that in a long time, we're having a bit of a disco revival n'est-ce pas? Well on my playlist it never went away of course....
Like Cinderalla, my glass slipper only gave out on me as I wobbled to the exit. I suddenly realised I was walking with a limp due to the whole cork sole being left a few feet behind me having given up the ghost. I turned to see a grinning chap with my sole in his palm which I snatched with as much dignity as I could muster and ran for a black cab. Slightly dismayed by the sight that greeted me in the bathroom mirror and wondered for how long I'd looked so disshevelled but hey....
A cold shower seemed to bring my colour down and since the boys are at my mum's I settled down with brie and crackers and Family Guy and cackled into my crackers.....
Madame xx
Labels: Cinderella, Fashion Police, Ima Doll, Liza Angst, Ponystep.com
