Sarah writes: “In Canada it’s not called “prom”, at least it wasn’t in Vancouver where I went to school. We called it “Grad” and it was essentially the same thing. This picture is of me and my friends at ours, I am the one in the fuschia, one-shoulder number… man, was I pale…”
Sarah, you should know that around here we’re far less concerned with how pale you are than how anyone in the history of ever thought that carpet was an acceptable choice for what must be, essentially, a ballroom. Someone designed that carpet, and someone approved it and someone, somehwere, said YES! THAT IS THE CARPET THAT WILL MAKE THIS BALLROOM LOOK ITS SNAZZIEST.
Also, I think it should be noted that your one-arm fashion statement is comparatively bold. I mean, this is a virtual parade of 1983 styles, and I think we can fairly conclude that 1983 = Puff Arms + Cinch Waist + Free Hanging Skirt.
There is virtually no straying from this concept except for you. No lace overlay! No Little House On The Prairie pattern! No tablecloth lace! I can’t quite say your choice of color was the only brave one — because, well, that is a LOT of teal — but off-the-shoulder? Crazy! Two-tiered skirt? Wild!
Who cares about pale when you’ve got two tiers of fuscia cascading around your legs?
I’m sorry we can’t see all of your hairstyles better. That is a crying shame.
Mostly I just love the dude in the corner double-fisting the champagne(?). And since it’s 1983 and a different country, I’m going to assume that’s actual champagne, too. Because it makes me happy.
Look how longingly the girl on the far left in the pale blue stares at the glasses he’s walking away with. As though she’s about to follow him out of frame.