When we woke, the sky was leaden and the streets were soaked with the rain that poured overnight. Even as we left the house apprehensively, loaded with picnic baskets and, laughably, parasols and fans, the rain drizzled. But by the time we got to the Jazz Age Lawn Party, the sky began to clear and the afternoon dawned gorgeously fresh, cool and only slightly cloudy. In fact, the rain led to a very civilized development - picnic tables that kept us comfortable and well off the damp grass. I think this may have actually been the best lawn party yet. And lostsplendor brought the most incredible scones and Devon cream!
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There are a great many things that I will miss about my city in the time I will spend away from it, and this event is one of them. At least I can say truthfully that I was photographed by Bill Cunningham and have appeared in the New York Times. (For the curious, I am bottom center in a yellow waistcoat, while two of my most treasured friends are very bottom right.)
”Oh Nina, what a lot of parties.”
A few photos from today’s Jazz Age Lawn Party outing. My head and feet are killing me right now, but all that charleston, St. Germain and lipstick kisses were worth every damn minute. And I got to meet one of you Tumblr peeps! Thank you again for saying hi!
Another gorgeous bunch of photos showed up from the Jazz Age Lawn Party! Going to try and bring an even fancier spread next time…
(By Virginia Rollison.)
Our happy feet and their low-down beat wound up in the Times!
Getting your picture taken by Bill Cunningham is such an honor.
The Jazz Age Lawn Party happened yesterday. Most delightful, Charleston and croquet-filled drunk afternoon ever!
More pictures here.
