OK, be fair: It's really not as bad as this. But it's not that much better, either. Today I saw a magic recipe of top hat/frock coat/mourning trousers/WHITE SNEAKERS, and I had to wonder what's going on in the world.
For example: here is the last doomed child soldier of WWII. No-one has told him that the war is over, or that he is seventy years old and long-dead.
The lovely Kat deflected my admiration of her costume, claiming that it was just the dress she cleans the toilets in. Her website is beautiful and amusing as well.
The quality of the gentlemen at the event is disputable.
But then, the women have questionable judgement.
It's a fair question- why get dressed for an hour to go someplace and stand around in the dark? And did you know that the slang for goths in Mexico is "Darks?" It's kinder than my favorite euphemism, "Dark Dorks".
On the good side, we did get to see an amazing acrobatic troupe called Kazum.
And here's the backside view, which is also pleasant. 
The man on the left is part general,
part bird.
This man on the right was imprisoned for five years, but spent his time writing his diary on a dinner jacket.
Two days in, questions still abound: Why are giant platform boots still necessary? Are big girls in corsets really fooling anyone? Why did Nivek Ogre perform entirely behind a scrim? Are the rumors true that it was really Clay Aiken filling in for the lead singer of Skinny Puppy?
I love you, Clay Aiken.
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