I went to a cocktail party this weekend and felt very young. A bunch of old friends and I reunited at the party. There was lots of fondness and flirting and our favourite music and we were in this hidden pocket bar. It really was our twenties in re-play.
(Room 60 at Kelvin Grove Urban Village, in case you need to know. Advertises itself as: spoken word records, artist talks, Leonard Cohen and Nick Cave evenings, experimental film nights, theory and philosophy, 3 types of alcohol, and a sexy elder flower spritzer. Adorable, right?)
These are not my legs, they are my friend’s, aren’t they smashing? This is what a billion hours of yoga will get you. She was wearing a Vivienne Westwood dress too.
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