There’s really no better way to kick off living in a new apartment than by hiding behind a French mask.
As you might remember, I decided to move out of my precious little studio–because of the crazy-face below–into a two bedroom with a new roommate. Well, the very first weekend after I moved in, our mutual friend J threw a going away party for her friend R, who is moving to Paris. (Apparently, moving to Paris is a thing now.) The only requirement? That you wear a mask.
Gorgeousness and intrigue ensue.
My new roommate E, our friend The Good Hostess and I rang the buzzer on the Williamsburg apartment and donned our masks while we waited. The owner of this beautiful apartment appeared and let us down the entrance hall, through the apartment and to the backyard, where we came upon this scene:
The hosts provided a table full of wine, champagne, St. Germaine, bitters, soda and anything else you would need to concoct something delicious.
Yup, that is champagne in a can. Or “Champs in a can” if you prefer.
The guest of honor greets an old friend.
A, on the right, took the cake for most beautiful dress.
And J shoes took the honors for her shoes. Anything sparkly, really, wins.
