Prom season. A special time. A passage into adulthood. A time for cherished memories. A time young women almost invariably end up with their hair weirdly immobile atop their heads with two unnatural ringlets plastered to their cheekbones. A time when, years later, you can stare at photographs of yourself in the mirror and say “why do I look like a lounge singer from the 1960’s? Why?” Don’t worry! You definitely looked better than any of these people (unless you’re one of these people, in which case your dress is a kind of civic service which we all deeply appreciate).[ITPGallery]