How long is it since you went to a proper party? With girls in tulle and men in tuxedos and black silk bow ties? It's one grown up ritual I never want to abandon.
On Saturday night we hosted our Midnight in Manhattan Ball and decorated the raw loft space at the Surry Hills studio with glittering silver stars, and disco balls from huge to tiny scattered along the bar. I wore a sequinned ball gown the colour of a gleaming skyscraper at dusk and quite serious high heels. Nick wore a black evening suit. And our closest friends interpreted the theme in everything from Studio 54 disco diva heels to a Marilyn Monroe worthy lipstick red halter dress.
We served canapés that could only be described as New York Nostalgia classics: piping hot Rueben sandwiches, pizza, and tiny apple pies by way of homage to the big apple. Carbs? Yes, there really were carbs and cold champagne, a bit of hip hop and Frank Sinatra and a lot of emotion to share so many memories with so many people we love.
Moving to New York is like wishing on a star but the good will and vision of so many creative and joyful contemporaries collapses the sense of distance. It's five weeks and counting now…
