What ever became of the garden party?
Lush greenery. White livery. A Bat-Signal to all attendees that “it is summer and these champagne coupes ain’t gonna empty themselves.”
Well it’s back, oh intrepid wearers of seersucker, at the first ever Secret Summer, a Gatsbian cocktail bacchanalia at the historic Foundry in Long Island City.
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