I attended the Manitoba Book Awards Gala on Saturday. This year the festivities were held in the Skyview Ballroom of the historic Marlborough Hotel. I usually dress up for these sorts of affairs, anything to get to play the dandy, but this year the awards had a theme: Roar Back to the 20s. So folks were a little fancier than normal. Which suited me just fine.
Most of my outfit was cobbled together from things I already own, but I did purchase a new hat just for the evening (the ascot I found at Ad Astra, but it was earmarked for the book awards), and spent much of the week trying to decide how costume-y I wanted to take my outfit. I even sat through some of The Great Gatsby (more shocking, I managed not to call everybody “old sport” all night).
Photo by Samantha Beiko (shitty processing via me and Instagram).
Anyway, Congratulations to all the award recipients and nominees. It was a fun (if oppressively hot–why, oh why did I choose to wear a vest with my suit?) evening.
So, where else would my mind go after a week of sartorial thoughts but to David Bowie?
Fashion isn’t my favourite David Bowie song, but hey, pretty much any Bowie is better than no Bowie, amiright?
Listen to me – don’t listen to me
Talk to me – don’t talk to me
Dance with me – don’t dance with me, no