Back in December, I hosted an all-out glitter extravaganza for my fifteenth birthday, where a number of my girlfriends (including yours truly, Veena McCoole) attended. Ask anyone who loves me; I get very anal with party planning. I wanted one more costume party before my sweet SIXteenth. It was held in my house on the third floor; where I had set up makeshift-photo booths, a candy buffet, lanterns, candles and these weird star spangled tentacles that I had draped on the whirring, overhead fans.
The thing I was most worried about was what my friends were going to wear. It’s hard to explain Harajuku- this wonderful, unique style of Lolita Renaissance mixed with Goth punk, as well as drops of Bubblegum Powaah. Thankfully, my friends did not fail to satisfy my dress code. They arrived in the best Harajuku outfits they could achieve with limited knowledge. The variety in style was huge – reminiscent of St. Trinians and anime characters to candy dolls and bling-ed out divas.
One can imagine what it must have felt like, a total girl-bonanza of candles and candy couture packed onto one balcony. The term I used to describe my birthday as a ‘glitter-fest’ came true in the end when on that night, a Lunar Eclipse appeared. We spotted it first from the balcony, and all this estrogen overtook us and we ran downstairs with a massive bucket of glitter, shrieking and laughing.
It was such a memorable and unique experience. I remember at that time thinking really hard to myself – you’re never going to have another memory like this, and I felt so at peace with myself, which is a very blessed thing to feel when you’re a teenager and you can’t get enough of those confusing, conflicting feelings. To all Seven Inch Stilettos readers in search of a little magic, I speak from experience when I say that there's no better way to do it than to throw a Harajuku party with the girls closest to your heart. ∆
-Written by Camilla Siazon ; Official Best Friend.
