Perks of Prohibition

I made it to the previously mentioned Jazz Age Fest on Governor's Island and boy was it... everything I could have ever hoped or dreamed. Seriously, the amount of trouble people went through (especially considering the 87 degree heat) was joyous.

See for yourself.

Step one: the East River Ferry from North Williamsburg to Governor's Island. Boyfriend looked like he was on his way to Ellis Island from the Old Country.







We passed bridges:





And yours truly got windblown:



Then, the main event.



As I expected, I didn't have time or money to go for one of the beautiful vintage dresses I was considering. I made do with this maxi dress from ASOS and threw my hair into a Gibson roll with a vintage bit of embroidery pinned above it.





[And of course, the dress isn't what we'd call "'20s"... but it does have a similar shape and pattern to what you'd have seen in the '30s. I did my best.]

Close enough

We tucked into the St. Germain cocktails (me) and Brooklyn Brewery offerings (him), and had a right good time.



















When it all got to be too much...



We got back on the ferry and reentered the year 2011. And became those weirdos walking down the street looking like we've been lost since Halloween.