I vaguely remember that this night involved pizza. We were just running around in the dark like the just-freed-from-high-school delinquents we were.
I'm wearing a magic comb embellished with shiny red beads. At this stage, I had been so traumatised by the short haircut I had received a year earlier that I was growing it out again in the mistaken belief that I looked better with long hair. Now I have a wonderful short haircut which I trim myself.
The grey shirt, if I remember right, was bought in Hong Kong 香港 and had a velvet poodle stuck to it, embellished with those shiny diamante things which fall off with every wash. I always wished it was a velvet cat...
I'm also wearing that red tartan skirt from the Day 1 photo - you can see it much more clearly here. My black, red and white stripey armwarmers were once knee-high socks, but I recognised early on that I look better in thigh highs than knee highs.
My boots, unfortunately, are brown, and although I loved the design, I would have much preferred black. My mother, in her wisdom, and holding the purse strings, refused to buy me boots unless they were NOT BLACK so I had to give in. (It's okay, I now have a pair of black boots. Several.)
The bag was from Kipling, and featured their ubiquitous monkey/gorilla keyring in bright red. Of course, one day my mother decided backpack-type bags were too childish and encouraged me to get rid of it somehow (I donated it). Regretted that move - it was a good bag.
PS: The Sophistique Noir Red & Black Week runs every year. Join in at any point during the week!