Having missed the parade due to a photo shoot, I headed over to Church Street in the evening for a drink and people watching.

The eclectic crowd  - colourful trannies, frilly queens, butch babes – showed off their finest  feathers, leather, and spandex in celebration of all things queer.

The crowd was littered with amazing couples like this. Just look at those detailed Aztec-acid-punk outfits! Flawless.

The main drag was a pulsing gallery of wearable art . . .

and flesh . . .

and just general fubulousness.