I’ve just completed my second day setting up for New Zealand’s biggest dress-up party/bacchanal (which features a little rugby on the side).
Te News-style Billy T Jameses(s) 2010
I wrote it about last year it in my Confessions of a De-fluffer post (at least, I attempted to before the 35,000 revellers overloaded the cell-towers attempting to hook-up with each other, post selfies to InstaBook and hashtag ‘groupies’ to TinderSnap).
An interesting costume can provoke interaction 2009
So if you’re unfamiliar with what I do give that a look as this post is covering slightly different ground. It’s not an explanation of the Wellington Sevens or which team is ahead on the points table, it’s a look back at some of the photos I’ve snapped from the sideline over the last eight years as I marvelled at the bizarre sight of one of the least dressy-up societies in the world dressing up (as opposed to the usual down), albeit for a weekend.
Where I hang 2012
Essentially, my job is to turn referees off at the end of a game. Not hard given my advancing years (and the exposed flesh of the revellers). I’m paid well for it because if I get it wrong then the world ends (at least, in terms of live TV sport which, as everyone knows, is more important than brain surgery). Of course, I am belittling my skills, but that is the droll nature of those who work in sound.
Dress for all conditions 2010
But the crowd doesn’t really interest my TV/soundie mind, it’s the writer in me who is intrigued; the student of history and religion and drama (with a particular interest in festivals and display where the normal rules of society are inverted and people are given licence to behave in ways that cause scorn or incarceration on any other day of the year).
Always a pack of Smurfs in the house 2009
Things hot up in 2013
Year of the Black Swans 2011
After eight years standing on the sideline in rain and shine, it seems that there are basically only a handful of costume options. Like Carnival and Halloween there are the usual suspects of straight-out-of-the-box Superheroes and/or slutty fill-the-blanks (exposed flesh is important for both genders). There are also very straight men (in both senses of the term) taking the opportunity to cross-dress (while cross-dressing women seem rare). There are also large groups of people dressing en-masse, which can be quite effective visually (this option also gives the unconfident somewhere to hide).
How many Adam & Eves(s) does it take…? 2013
But what catches my eye are the lateral thinkers who create a visual pun or seize on a pop culture reference of the day.
Home-made Bucket fountain 2009
Passionate Susan Boyles 2009
Them Crazy Horses won them 7,000 bucks in 2011
Of course, there are also some people who go to watch rugby in a form that is so TV friendly it will debut at the Olympics in Rio next year, but they are a fast-dwindling minority. So much so that an event that up two years ago sold all 35,000 tickets in minutes, still has 14,000 tickets unsold the day before kick off.
Everyone loves the Kenyan team 2011
Why is this?
They know exactly what’s going on 2012
The media is full of theories but my 2 cents would be that it has fallen foul of its success. That is, like a lot of human endeavour, what made it strong has proven its greatest weakness. Because people go to dress up (and piss-up) many find it unappealing.
Fun for the whole family (& the rarely spotted cross-dressing woman) 2012
You may meet a player 2013
Scored a Frenchie! 2013
Yes there are other factors, but from where I stand singing along to songs that nearly 40,000 voices know
Alice, Alice…who the fuck is Alice?
We found love in a hopeless place/ We found love in a hope-less place
All I can think is I’m glad they pay me to be there.
Not the sort of visual pun I meant 2012