The attendees are as focused on amusement as they are on their studies and careers. An unspoken dress code of fine vintage finds is respected by all. Precocious hand-knit scarves, fine alligator shoes and unique smoking jackets are common but complemented upon at each gathering. As with wardrobe, beverages are of a choice selection. Green bottles filled with bubbling golden liquid are abundant and overflow from the central table to hidden nooks on their way to the recycling bin (the revelers are of course environmentally aware even while embracing hedonism). Other green bottles of golden liquid, of the Irish variety, are passed around in an ages-old unceremonious ceremony of bonding. Corks pop, bubbles fizz and liquids slosh as conversation becomes relaxed and builds volume with the loosening of inhibitions.
This week, the collective celebrated an ancient pagan holiday by slightly modifying their dress. Class continued, but another veil of mystery and bewitchment was layered upon the already seductive event.
The members are not only dapper dressers and fine beverage connoisseurs, but talented artists.
Sing-a-longs are requisite for each evening. Dancing atop tables and couches occasionally occurs late into the marathon of hedonism.
Then things get weird. And a smudge happens upon my lens and naturally I do not notice it due to the glaze slowly settling over my eyes.
As written for publication by the Hobo New York Times.
*The photographer is aware many of these images are underexposed, but chose not to tamper digitally with the life of the images as hedonism and enjoyment often occur in the dark.
