I never need an excuse to doll up, but New Year's Eve is as good an occasion as any. I started off the night at a house party in the West End district of my hometown, Vancouver. Around 10:30pm, we tipped our hats to the Merry Pranksters and piled onto a TransLink bus. Picture a dozen New Ravers swinging from the poles – and the morose faces of our fellow riders!
We rang in 2008 at Shine’s 1950s/60s sock hop (after skirting the long line and avoiding the cover, naturally). After midnight, we cabbed to a party at the Balmoral, right in the heart of the red light district. O, east Vancouver… you make the Lower East Side look like Disneyland.
The city's nightlife has been getting more colorful over the past few years, but I’ve yet to see another Loli. I wasn’t surprised when a random couple approached me and asked if I was a French maid. However, others complimented my headdress, and faces lit up when I said “Gothic Lolita.” The fashion may not yet be visible in NYC/LA/Vancouver, but it’s creeping into club kid consciousness…
Dress: Viola Per Donna, from Hong Kong
Headdress: handmade
Check out more New Year photos from Lindsay's Diet (you can play "Where's La Carmina?")
