Next weekend is one of the highlights of my year, and that’s no exaggeration. The Chap Ball, like many other festive occasions, comes but once a year, and passes by quickly in a blur of amazing dresses, heady cocktails and laughs. Two years ago, I was very sad and remarkably skinny (compared to now). But the evening of the Chap Ball still had me dancing and twirling the night away.
And on Saturday, it all happens again.
This is what I wore for the first every Grand Anarcho-Dandyist Ball – which was held to celebrate a remarkable Ten Years of The Chap.
Well, most of the night.
My full-length 1930s gown this year was emblazoned with white swallows and trimmed with rich black velvet (plus a velvet ribbon for a belt, which I added). I might be wearing it again this year, thanks to an eBay-saster.
Last year, I wore a dress of mine that’s very old and has since given up the ghost (the lining has shredded). Luckily, it’s not vintage. Here’s the dress…
And here’s the only picture of the night.
This year, the theme is all about eccentricity. As previous years, The Chap has got together with Bourne & Hollingsworth, the venue is the wonderful Art Deco Bloomsbury Ballroom, and the entertainment is made up of surrealist music hall acts, outlandish side shows, raucous live music and beautifully shaken cocktails. The Gonzo Dog-do Bar Band are headlining, but the other acts will include a real live flea circus, tap dancing ladies, one-armed jugglers and birdsong impersonators.
The dress code for this Night of a Thousand Waistcoats is: eccentric, eclectic, electric and esoteric. Anyone arriving in polyester will be politely asked to stand near a naked flame and handed some tweed.