This Saturday, I went to the Jazz Age Lawn Party for the third time. It's something I've come to look forward to and really plan for. If you don't know, the Jazz Age Lawn Party is a fabulous 20s-themed picnic on Governors Island that happens twice every summer. It's absolutely beautiful, like you've traveled for hours outside of the city to this beautiful green space but then you look up and see the amazing skyline. Michael Arenella and his Dreamland Orchestra and other great acts play songs from the period. They set up a big wooden dance floor right on the lawn for all the dancers. Food and vintage vendors, including one of my favorites Wildfell Hall Vintage, set up their wares. And with cocktails from St. Germain, what more can you really ask for?
Although I love planning my outfits, this year it was a no-brainer. I wore a fabulous Stop Staring dress, a gift from the owner and CEO herself, Alicia Estrada with some crochet lace gloves from the 50s I picked up last year from Dandelion Vintage. Admittedly, the look is perhaps more 30s than 20s but I find the looser silhouettes and dropwaists of the 20s so unflattering to my curvy shape. I end up looking pregnant and ridiculous. I got so many compliments and my picture snapped by Getty!
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So while it's great Michael Arenella is doing so well, there's a part of me that really feels ownership over this event. I found this party by becoming part of a community of like-minded weirdos who like old things, old music, old clothes. And it's definitely a community or a scene, if you will (I hate that term, but there you have it). So when people crash your party because it's the flavor of the week--oh my God, Baz Lurman was at the party in June! It was covered in Vogue!--it feels like something gets lost. Saying you liked something first can come off as obnoxious and petty because who cares? You still like it. I know I sound grumpy and selfish but I wouldn't mind a less-crowded Lawn Party next year.