Ah yes, Bastille Day 14 July, 1789, a marvellously mutinous day when Paris’ starved and flea-ridden finally declared ‘enuff is enuff!’ and stormed the Bastille Tower in an all-mighty revolt against that gold monger Louise XVI and his cake fiend missus, Marie Antoinette. And so, in that same spirit of rebellion, sans plague and pungent odour, the people of Paris Melbourne came together once again to celebrate ‘Viva Le Party’ at one of the cities most infamous annual costume parties, the Clandestine Bastille Day Ball.

Staged at the aptly named venue, Sorry Grandma, (which reminds me, sorry grandma…) the Bastille Day Ball once again paid homage to all things Baguette, Oui Oui and Ooh La La. In scenes that would warm the cockles of Carla Bruni’s heart, royalty and rogue, amphibian and artiste, put their differences aside and sashayed merrily to the tune of UK’s Horsemeat Disco live, and other suitably sleazy beats. C’est magnifique!





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