hello, mrs. gatsby

I've been dreaming about the Jazz Age Lawn Party at Governors Island, ever since reading an article (which one, I can't remember) last year. It takes place annually, and adventurers can take a free ferry from Manhattan or Brooklyn. Aigh, it's too bad there's not one sailing from Chicago.
Anyway, the actual event is so affordable! And look what the New York Times listed as the going-ons:
Picnickers can relax on the lawn at Colonels Row, while daddy-o’s and flapper girls get hot to the music of Michael Arenella and his Dreamland Orchestra. There will be Charleston lessons, pie-recipe contests, hat parades and other revelries from the era. Period attire is encouraged, and outside food is welcome, but alcohol must be purchased on the island.
I'm only bringing all of this up, one, because it's completely wonderful, and two, because The Sartorialist has some great photos from this year's party (here and here). I love any excuse to travel to another era in clothing, and love those men in their seersucker shorts, bow ties, and saddle shoes.

So we beat on, boats against the current, borne back ceaselessly into the past.

[image from The Sartorialist]

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