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Aww. This photo comes to Promtacular! via Tiffini on Flickr and features her, her date Andrew, and Arky.
I love Arky. A lot. A lot a lot. From the looks of him, Arky is older than both prom-goers (put together?) and yet is the only one who seems excited about it. Look at him! He is poised and ready to go! I’ll stare right into the flash for you if we can just go! Let’s go! Let’s GO TO PROM! Or a TREAT! I’ll also take a treat! WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME?
As opposed to Andrew, who looks like he’s had quite enough of this picture-taking nonsense, and Tiffini, who appears to be pointing at Arky as if to say, “Don’t you DARE fall on my shoe.”
I’m clearly no artist, but I do appreciate the fact that Tiffini’s pointed hand falls in the exact same shape as the points at the end of her dress. Her dress which is AMAZING. It’s got lace. I’m guessing there is some sort of patterned-sequin-ribbon bodice cacophony going on. And that’s not including the circular sequin? rhinestone? circle chestal centerpiece. Plus with v-neck, pouf sleeves, wispy-pointed-Shakespearian-ballerina-fairy skirt complete with lace overlay. Comparatively, Tiffini’s hairpiece is pretty minimalist. But what she’s lacking in hair accouterments, she makes up for in earrings. Oh, that we could see them up close.
I remember when white pantyhose were stylish. That doesn’t mean I can explain it.
Completing this adventure in promtacularity is the home. Which is lovely, but woefully unprepared for the 90s. I’m not sure what’s most fantastic: the color of the walls, the track lighting showing off the color of the walls, or the record collection on display in the bottom left.
That album you see behind Andrew’s knee? That’s BARRY GIBB AND BARBRA STREISAND. (Do not ask me how I know this.)
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Continuing in the pets-and-bows theme, we have this lovely shot from Miscelena (whose original photo is here). She writes: …what you can’t see in either of these shots is my feet – white pumps with black clip-on bows… of course.
This photo is mostly awesome for its featuring of the cat (everyone’s favorite prom accessory!). I’m certain our darling prom-goer spent the rest of the evening picking flecks of black cat hair out of her white gloves and flecks of white cat hair off of her black dress. Because that’s how cats work and really, what could be more elegant?
I am simply a little saddened that this photo isn’t a full-frontal shot because I would really like to get a gander at the lower half of the dress. I’m fairly certain it’s designed to look like black curtains opening on a stage of white. Held in place by bows. Of course.
I think I’ll start off by pointing out that Anita is the very picture of late-80s restraint. I mean, once you get past the SHINE! VERY GREEN SHINE! her hair is gorgeous, her corsage is reasonably sized, and her dress fits her very well. Okay, so her bustline is a little askew here, but I’m certain that’s because of the position she’s standing in.
You know, to pet the dog.
According to this photo, Anita is pictured with her high school’s “drug dog,” the beautiful black lab you see pictured here as a vision in pink ottoman.
Like Monica, I generally don’t like animals dressed as people. And this takes “dressed as people” to some horrifying new level. Is the dog in…a cape? With a giant white ass-bow? And um? Shakespeare? What?
Anita’s expression is basically saying, “Yep. Taking a picture with a dog at my prom.”
Whereas the dog’s expression is quite obviously saying, “You have got to be fucking kidding me.”