How I lived so many years of my life without my yearly sojourn to New York to attend the Jazz Age Lawn Party, I will never know, but here we are. Its 2015, and I’ve attended ANOTHER of their amazing parties.

My New York friends decided that the party has gone way commercial and elected to hang out at the edges. I decided to stay with my friends this year and just hang on the edges as well. It was equally great and produced (what I think) are just as wonderful images as in years past. I love how the party attracts both those who want to be seen and those who want to see them.

On my own note, this year I wore a vintage dress that was not from the vintage of the party, but it was vintage and shoes that completely and utterly melted when it came to the end of the party. Oh well. Oh and it rained, but the photos I got of that weren’t particularly interesting.

But these were!!!!!