So, the trophy for belle of the ball at Conflux 5 definitely goes to Rachel Holkner [in green dress] for her Prohibition Ball ensemble. This photo does not do her justice -- take it from me, she looked like a 1940s movie star and managed to maintain the glam - and the lipstick - long into the wee small room party hours.
My second fashion and style award goes to the irrepressible flinthart . When I enquired about the unusual batik-print cummerbund arrangement wrapped around his waist, he informed me that it was, in fact, his pyjamas. You know, just in case he had a few too many drinks and wasn't able to make it back to the friend's house he was staying at... Sadly, I didn't get a photo, possibly because I was busy sipping on a glass of limoncello that he'd passed me, despite it being something like 10am and, therefore, not the appropriate time for hardcore alcohol consumption.
Ha. You left out the fine silk shirt under the tasteful batik-print sash, and of course, the five-dollar tuxedo jacket that I got from St Vincent's so I could wear it to Rocky Horror last month. I was practically Beau fucking Brummel.
And really... what's so weird about being prepared? If you've got a sarong stashed away on your person, you're always able to keep it G-rated when you step out of the shower. And of course, you can easily roll a toothbrush into the sarong if it's rolled and tied around your waist like that.
In any case, I was very well behaved. The pyjamas/sarong were Not Required. This time, anyhow...