After five straight days of ominous weather, the idea of a weekend with crystal blue skies and perfect temperatures seemed like a dream. And, truth be told, I was still in a mild dream state of my own when Rob and I hopped on an early train up to NYC for the 9th Annual Jazz Age Lawn Party. Following a quick cortado at Gasoline Alley, we made our way to the tip of Manhattan and onto the ferry to Governors Island.
Carving a path through the waters between the East and Hudson rivers, we were overwhelmed with the sense that time was suspended. In this brief moment, we were allowing ourselves to leave our day-to-day realities, embarking on a journey through time to a different reality viewed through a vintage filter.
Though the previous day’s torrential downpour left patches of the lawn saturated, it did not dampen the spirits of those in attendance. I was reminded of something a friend who’d been there in previous years mentioned to me: that you’ve never seen so many genuinely happy people in one place. Walking the grounds, we couldn’t help but be swept away by the countless carefree moments surrounding us. No filter necessary.
We spent the better part of five hours taking in the atmosphere, listening to the band, enjoying the follies, and soaking up the vintage, throwback style. Suspenders were not in short supply. Boater hats abounded. And the flappers were out in force. It was so refreshing to see folks of all ages embracing this spirit of nostalgia and fun. This photo pretty much sums it up.
Had we planned ahead, we might have brought along a picnic for the lawn, but as it was, we stopped just long enough to grab a small snack. The day ended, as many of mine in NYC do, in the West Village, where we enjoyed a fantastic dinner at Rosemary’s and a sunset in SoHo.