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Eric writes: “This was taken in 1990, in Vestaburg, MI, at my (then) girlfriend’s house before we all left for the shindig. I’m the guy at the far right, with the totally classy mullet. The dudes in white are brothers, and although they, too, show mullets, theirs are of the “I fix cars, or at least try to” variety. Our friend on the left was an early adopter of the short-hair trend.
From here, we went to the “nice” restaurant in town, where my date ordered a steak with a side of lobster tail, which cost more than I had any idea a meal *could* cost. Luckily, one of the brothers slipped me some extra cash when the girls visited the ladies room.”
Honestly, I could say nothing about the paragon of Promtacularosity that is this photo. Just let it all sink in.
It takes quite a picture to overshadow the fake wood paneling and the GOLDEN BUTTERFLIES stuck to it. But they manage. (Congratulations, Eric!)
So. Let’s see. The dude on the left is playing peekaboo with his date, who looks…well…perhaps she was very on-trend with her hair cut (sort of Swing Out Sister meets kindergarten teacher meets…bowl?), but the combo of her hair and dress make her look about 20 years older than she is — I’m assuming she was not in her late 30s — and also maybe a minister. Presiding (do ministers “preside”? whatever) over a funeral. Although that is a lovely pink tree growing on her lapel. (Note: dresses should not have “lapels.”)
The Mullet Brothers are awesome. They look stoned and uncomfortable and unhappy. YAY PROM! Also, I wouldn’t have guessed they were brothers save for the shared eyebrows, which practically connect from one brother to the other.
Mullet Brother #1′s date is every kind of unfortunate that could possibly befall someone transitioning out of the 80s. I actually wore a dress exactly like this one (several years later) when I was performing in a community opera production. What I’m saying is, aside from making an appearance as a Victim Of Early 90s Fashion Bridesmaid, the BEST this dress could hope to achieve post-prom is community opera production. And that is saying a whole lot.
Moving on to the girl with Mullet Brother #2, I just have to say wow. And also I’m sorry but it kind of looks like at any moment she could just thrust her arms forward and rip off the bottom half of the dress because — TA-DA! — she’s actually a stripper ready to do a pole dance.
Now, please don’t misunderstand: I’m not saying she looks like a stripper. I’m saying that the sequined bodice would totally work for a stripper (can’t you see it?), and that’s all kinds of awesome.
I’m at a loss for what to say about her earrings, but they need mention. Any earrings that completely obscure ones ears DO need mention.
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And lastly we have Eric and his steak-lobster date who looks like a bride except for the surprise(!) black accents in the dress. Also, speaking as someone who has the opposite of red curly hair, I’m just going to bet she has since found some amazing products that have changed her life. And contacts.
Well, and there you have it. Promtacular goodness, right down to the miserable expression on everyone’s faces, the awkward poses, the half-the-group-with-redeye, half-the-group-looking-somewhere/anywhere-else.
It’s good to be back.
Tara writes: “This was our 8th grade dance, & I have no idea what possessed us to all try to take a picture together. Yes, it is a Polaroid. I’m the one in the black, in the chair (yes, chair). The girl in the teal actually borrowed that dress & matching dyed shoes from me.”
Is it me, or is everyone’s fashion sort of…pointy? I don’t remember 1993 having so many angles. Then again, my brain was in a hair mousse fog in 1993, so who can remember? It just seems that the bustlines are all Vs and the shoes are Vs and even the hairdos are kind of Vs and hey, remember Polaroids?
I am enamored of this photo for many reasons. I really like that it captures all the awkward that is 8th grade prom. Everyone is trying to look older than they are, but can’t quite pull it off. I love the girl standing in the purple dress who is happy to hold her date’s hand, and somehow simultaneously lean into him while leaning AS FAR AWAY FROM HIM AS POSSIBLE. (“You can have my shoulders, but nothing below the waist!”)
Compare this to the boy all the way on the right, who has casually placed his arm around his date, but is refusing to suggest he in any way enjoys that fact. His look (from what I can make of the shadowy Polaroid) seems to be saying, “Everyone here smells.”
I also enjoy the poor girl all the way in the back on the left. The ones in the back in the middle you can’t see at all; but she? She had a fighting chance to been seen. Unfortunately, all we know is that she’s in a white dress with high hair and at least one white shoe.
The girl in the middle? I AM WEARING PURPLE POLKA DOTS AND I CAN STILL KICK YOUR ASS. It is my professional opinion that you don’t ever want to mess with a girl willing to wear purple polka dots to a formal event.
As for the girl in teal on a plastic chair who’s exposing far more of her thigh than she ever intended, well. What can you do about those sleeves? Somewhere, in her subconscious, she knew. She knew that someday, somehow, the sleeves would come back to get her.
And they have.
Also, I don’t understand the brown /\ chevron thing in the background, but it’s clearly unimportant because it’s been covered by batches of NOT EVEN MYLAR balloons.
Man, I love Polaroids.
Um, the Promtacularosity of this photo is overwhelming. OVERWHELMING. Unlike some photos, where everyone looks like they went to the same store and bought slightly different versions of the same dress, no one here appears coordinated. In fact, I’m not sure they all attended the same high school.
Now. While a photo with TWO tiaras AND a boa certainly should be magical, I have to say: the magic here? Has died. The two tiaras are offset by the two girls sticking their bare feet into the lens. The boa and top hat(!) might have worked “under the stars,” but they look a tad ridiculous given that the “stars” are falling off their hinges. And who has time to notice the beauty of mosquito netting and a Grecian column with such surly boy faces?
WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE? Most of the boys look downright angry…except for the top center dude who is posing for a photo no one else is in.
Sabrina writes: “After seeing your “we’re gonna need a bigger backdrop” photo I knew I had to submit this. Not only is the edge of the backdrop showing, but the clips holding it up, the exit sign and a door. There must have been a better solution to this large of a group. Also does it not look like the theme was “Big-top under the stars?” It was actually “Unforgettable”.
And what a large group it is! I am not 100% sure who the girl in the black dress is. There was a lot of drama that night about who could be in the picture, and whether dates were allowed, which made some people angry enough to not be in the picture, and thus this is a very odd grouping.
I am the princess on the end in the pink. I legitimately wanted to look like a Disney princess, my thought process being: if you don’t do it for prom, when can you?
A few of my favorite details: this was taken towards the end of the night so some curls are falling and some girls couldn’t be bothered to put their shoes on. I love that the girl dead center is barefoot.
Oh and I’m not going to tell you which two boys appear without dates, but you definitely shouldn’t assume that the guy directly behind any girl is her date.”