Masquerade Ball

Yesterday, in spite of being very tired because of the week I had, my wife and I went to a masquerade ball with her colleagues, where we ate too little, drank moderately but enjoyed ourselves nevertheless because we were in good company (her colleagues and their boyfriends/husbands are really nice). I wore the mask that you can see left, which she made herself. It was a really nice mask, I did not wear it very long but I did have it for longer than I would have first expected. I say this, as disguises never last long when people are wearing them at a formal evening, somehow one starts feeling ridiculous about the whole thing. There is indeed something slightly ridiculous about wearing a disguise or a costume (including in the most formal circumstances), even if it is just a simple mask. I wanted to look a bit like Fantômas yesterday, with the suit and the mask, but I did not look ferocious enough. I ended up looking like a guy with a suit and a mask.

That said, I always loved wearing masks. It has something to do with the playful nature of the thing, as I wore them so often on Halloween nights and in the month before (usually domino masks like the one I wore yesterday, so I have a nostalgic attachment to that particular kind), and on other occasions, playing either masked avengers or masked criminals. The style of a chosen mask reveals just as much about yourself as it tries to conceal your identity (poorly when it comes to a domino mask). One can discover a few things about the way my wife perceives me when she made the mask. In any case, it is a nice accessory that is too seldom used in social events.