The lovely Lonestarlet writes, simply: “Senior Prom in Texas. Red crushed velvet tux jacket clashed nicely with my purple dress. We were quite the pair.”
As if someone told them “QUICK! RUN AND GO STAND IN THE CORNER AND THEN WE’LL TAKE A PICTURE OF YOU BUT WE WON’T TELL YOU WHEN WE’RE GONNA TAKE IT!” Because he’s mid-step and she’s surprised and why? Are they in the corner?
But aside from their priceless, timeless expressions, oh my god. With the color and textures.
Promtacular! wannabes: THIS IS HOW IT’S DONE.
Is it taffeta? Is it chiffon? Could it be gauze? Oh, but it’s purple and shiny and with ruffles and puffs and a sash that WOULD bring the whole look together if it weren’t for the corsage bush growing out of her shoulder.
I mean, where do you look first!? What is most eye-catching? Is it the ruffles or puffs or shine or curls or sash or cleavage or corsage bush?
And you know what the answer is: her face. Her lovely, lovely face that looks like it’s about two seconds away from puking all over the corsage bush.
But let us not ignore our friend in the red, crushed velvet dinner jacket that’s PAIRED WITH A BLUE RUFFLED SHIRT. I can’t even begin to imagine how his outfit was pieced together. Do you think it was with regard to his date’s outfit? Or did he not even know or care what she’d be wearing?
Either way, I’m sure there was a story.