So while most cocktail-sippers were the type with a closet full of Louboutins, there were many who bucked this trend. These were the people who actually cared about owning the museum membership required to attend. This (overwhelmingly female) subset may not be dressing up to come to parties like this every weekend, but they were not shy about enjoying the hell out of the night they were having.
A final observation: Where were the smokers? Despite plentiful ashtrays on the perimeter of the outdoor roof deck, almost none of these ostensible New Yorkers were lighting up. I was under the impression that everyone in this town who was drunk and under 30 was a smoker these days, but maybe not. Or maybe the grand surroundings instilled a bit of subliminal respect into attendees after all.
Go to Scallywag’s Photo Gallery.
