Hello my loves!
This weekend was the NYC Jazz Age Lawn Party, which means that governor’s island, a 15 minute ferry from Manhattan, magically transforms into a East Egg fairytale of cropped hair and garter-hugged flasks. I went with my Kappa sister, Erin, and the rest was twentieth century history. Here are some photos of my lovely Saturday in 1927. If you live in the NYC area, please, please go to the event August 15th or 16th! There is jazz, dancing, glittering headbands and feathery frocks for sale, and unapologetically nostalgic twenty-somethings laying in the sun, trying to forget about the phones in their pockets.