A very Gorey evening....

Our official portrait from the Edwardian Ball at the Belasco Theater in Los Angeles.
I  regret that you can't see Jim's cool gunfighter's coat in this picture. But you can see my ray gun.

I'm not sure why I love to dress up so much. Psychiatrists might have a theory about self-loathing, and they might be right. I haven't been comfortable in my skin since sixth grade. When you're not happy with the way you look, pretending to be someone else makes a lot of sense.

My favorite gown from Age of Innocence.
Now this is better than Renaissance clothes. 

A close-up of my ray gun.

Halloween is my favorite holiday, and I can remember dragging my mother's best white peignoir set out of her drawer, wrapping a ribbon crossways over my chest and declaring myself Helen of Troy. At which point she forbade me to drag her good nightgown all over the neighborhood, especially in late October.

When I had kids, I spent so much time making them costumes, I never quite got around to making one for me. A notable exception was in the late 1990s, when I made a red satin Edwardian ball gown, which would have been suitable for the Titanic. In fact, I did wear it for formal night on a week-long cruise to Mexico. It hangs in my closet, a mute reminder that I'm not as thin as I once was.

Here is the gunfighter coat with all the
 accouterments that April provided.
You can see a Gorey character behind him,

The Society for Creative Anachronism and the Renaissance Faire gave me lots of opportunity to dress up and pretend to be someone else, but 16th and 17th century costumes were not as detailed and delicate as liked. I gave a Russian party once, and April Ray of Daisy's Costumes on Lancaster Boulevard turned me into Anna Karenina and my family into that of Czar Nicholas.

So when my husband and I decided to go to the Edwardian Ball, I knew just where to go. I went into Daisy's with a sheaf of photographs and drawings culled from the Internet. You can't go into Daisy's and browse, because only she knows where everything is. You have to go in and say, "I want to be steampunk," and show her examples.

April got excited over one drawing that had leather straps and buckles holding up an overskirt and a corset top, and when your costumer is having fun, you get a great outfit. She took one look at my husband and exclaimed, "Oh, I've got a wonderful gunfighter's coat that will just fit you!"

We still haven't mastered the art of taking our own
 photo yet. How do those kids do this?

We ended up making about seven trips to Daisy's Costumes. I bought a striped steampunk corset and a ray gun, as well as goggles for Jim off the internet, and April made me a holster for my gun. I already had tea-length crocheted gloves and Victorian boots.

When we got inside the Belasco Theater, it was like stepping into a film. The venue actually is from the Edwardian era, generally described as beginning with the death of Queen Victoria in 1901 and ending with the start of the first World War.

This is the main theater at the Belasco. We paid a fortune
for one of these tables, but it was great to have a place to roost.

There was a guy playing a guitar made out of a shovel, called appropriately enough, Shovelman.

The place was awash in crinolines, corsets, high-topped ladies' boots, spats and top hats on men in a variety of time periods. Lots of the women had those tiny top-hats perched at a jaunty angle.

The Edwardian era was well-represented, as was steampunk and Victorian. I only saw a few truly authentic Edwardian costumes, but this wasn't about authenticity, it was a giant party. Everyone made at least some sort of effort.

One of our friendly neighbors, a steampunk naturalist.
She had butterflies all over her clothes, an Edwardian
walking skirt, a leather corset and goggles.
Jim thinks she was a little lit. I think he's right.

Waiting in line for a martini, I looked around and saw men in full safari gear and pith helmets, gentlemen in evening clothes who looked like they just came from seeing Jenny Lind perform, ladies in low-cut dresses with dazzling necklaces, and even a few men in Oriental robes and turbans, looking like Ram Dass from A Little Princess.

I was sad that I forgot my camera, but we both had our iPhones, so we got a few photos. People were coming up to us and exclaiming how great we looked, and asking to take our picture. We were doing the same, and everyone we met was remarkably friendly. Couple would just come up and introduce themselves, and chat.

One of our balcony neighbors insisted that the only way we could take her picture was if I was in it with her. She was a steampunk naturalist, and truly looked like an Edward Gorey drawing.

I believe that is actor Christopher Shyer (J. Edgar)
with the accordion, but I'm not 100% sure. His female
companion was a big hit with photographers all night.

Oh, did I mention Gorey? The Edwardian Ball, which began in San Francisco, is dedicated to the author and illustrator, whose black and white drawings of the bizarre lives (and deaths) of Edwardian families have been a favorite of mine since high school. The Vau de Vire Society reenacts Gorey stories with the blessing of the author's trust. This year's offering was The Iron Tonic, a tale about what happens when denizens of a home for the aged discover a magic elixir.

Couples were waltzing on the main floor to prerecorded music before the entertainment began. From our perch in the balcony, we had a great view. The master of ceremonies was fantastic, and changed costumes three or four times. You can see a video I shot of the opening number here.  Footage of the San Francisco ball is playing on the screen behind him.

The evening's entertainment also included Rosen Coven, the "World's Premier Pagan Lounge Ensemble," a string based musical group who are among the originators of the Edwardian Ball, and various vaudeville-type acts.

Feeling like the Edward Gorey character
from the PBS Mystery! titles.

The latter included aerialists, a whip act (get your mind out of the gutter), and a vastly entertaining Western shooting act which turned the gender tables. The shooter was a tall buff woman in a barely there buckskin top and pants shooting balloons off an "Indian maiden," who was the most flamboyant  queen I've ever seen. He was wearing nothing but a loincloth, moccasins, and a feather, but he might as well have been in rhinestones. Politically correct? No, but hysterical.

The only real anachronism was Creature Feature, who describe themselves as a "shitty rock band who writes songs about shitty horror movies." Here is a video of them which I shot mainly to show you the background video. It reminds me of Terry Gilliam's animation for Monty Python. Imagine what Gilliam could have done with computers!

Here's a link to a Huffington Post article with photos. You will see a photo of the tarot card reader to whom I paid $20. She read a three-card spread, then we chatted and she rubbed scented oil in my palm. It felt very decadent.

We want to go to San Francisco next year. That ball is an entire weekend, in a much larger venue. They actually had a bicycle-powered merry-go-round at that one, and many more vendors. But I think we'd like to come bank to this one again next year ask, and bring friends.

But a year is a long time to wait to dress up again. Maybe I should look into the Pickwick or Jane Austen societies. You know they've got to have parties, right?