This weekend out and about blogger Megan McClimont went to The Great Exhibition, a 'steam punk' extravaganza. That's Sci-fi with an intriguing vintage twist to you and me.

By Megan McClimont

White Mischief are known for their extraordinary themed parties and Saturday's Great Exhibition event lived up to the hype. Not only lived up to it in fact, but exceeded every expectation. Performances ranged from The Great Voltini's spectacular electric display, to some of the most beautifully artistic Japanese rope bondage I've ever seen, with quirky touches such as Miss Chameleon's hilarious flea circus thrown in for good measure. And frankly I don't think you've lived until you've been part of a vast crowd singing Bohemian Rhapsody to the accompaniment of a lederhosen-wearing Bavarian oom-pah band.

The aesthetic at White Mischief events is always amazing, with the costumes being a particular feature. Some party-goers are hardcore steampunkers, who make a lifestyle out of neo-Victoriana, while others just take any excuse to get gussied up. I count myself among the latter group. Having spent a mere ten minutes on Saturday morning rummaging through my wardrobe for anything vaguely appropriate, in hopes of being able to cobble together an outfit during quiet moments at work, I confess to feeling decidedly under-dressed upon entering the venue. I was instantly immersed in a world of shining clockwork, luxe velvet and imagination. These steampunk guys don't do things by halves.



Pardon?

Oh, you want to know what steampunk is?

Well, imagine a parallel world where the microchip was never invented. In fact that whole electricity thing never really took off. Clockwork mechanics and the steam engines rule, and the cast includes vast thinking machines, frock coat clad cyber-pirates, and pith-helmeted explorers bound for outer-space or the depths of the ocean. Basically it's Victoriana brought up to date. Think Phillip Pullman's His Dark Materials for grown-ups, or Sky Captain and the World of Tomorrow, but with better acting.

Next time I go to a White Mischief event I'll remember to bring cash for the amazing stalls run by various steampunk artists, writers and craftspeople. I'll also take a gag for the friend who insisted on walking around them declaring loudly that she could make this stuff for half the price. Maybe she could, but I certainly can't. I'd also remember to take my walking boots and crampons. The maze-like Scala may be a stunning venue for this kind of affair, but if you venture down to the foothills of the smoking terrace then you're going to require a stronger constitution than mine to get back up to the peak. Or an oxygen tank.


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