For all those read my articles but aren’t actually showgirls over the next couple of weeks, I am sure they are going to seem like the same thing over and over again. It’s just that it is such an exciting time of the year for us dirty frock-ups. As you may have already cottoned on, I am referring to the DIVA (Drag Industry Variety Awards) fever that hit us last Monday night at Stonewall. As I explain to a lot of my backpacker/ straight friends, it’s just like the Logies but we are better dressed.
Now there have been a lot of changes for DIVA this year, with new awards appearing and changes to voting. It is hard to see who is more excited, the DIVA committee or the showgirls themselves.
Many of these changes have come from the intensive post-DIVA survey run last year by everyone’s favourite retired board member Colleen Windsor.
One change I am in full favour of is this year’s judging of the Belle of the Ball. Anyone who attends the awards ceremony is eligible to win Belle of the Ball.
With Belle of the Ball being Colleen’s new little baby, I have been told she is tackling the job with both hands. Maxi, it’s everyone’s time to shine, I was told at the launch. Let’s show everyone what we can do.
Now I am not sure what the award was judged on in previous years but this year I have been told it is being judged on fashion, glamour and style.
I think back and remember so many outfits that should have been a shoo-in for Belle but didn’t seem to get in. The fabulous electric blanket that Chelsea wore one year, complete with tags still attached for refund the next day. The amazing Hepburn-esque frock Verushka swished in at the Hordern Pavilion had people stopping in their tracks. And how can we forget the stairs of Town Hall last year erupting into applause as Fuchsia Star started her slow climb to the top only to reveal she was wearing only the front of her dress? With bum completely bare for Sydney to see, you were robbed, Fewsh.
With so many amazing creations from years past, it is almost impossible to find an original idea to grace the red carpet. What am I going to wear? God knows I have to top my Bj?swan (Cleo’s date is supposed to be still having nightmares over that one).