1950. Cocktail hour at the Spencer residence in Santa Monica. Note the mirror-view television sunken into the table. Architect: Richard Spencer. Color transparency by Julius Shulman. (found at Shorpy.com)
Sometimes I wish it were the norm to be this classy. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just cocktail hour at home with some friends. With my strapless dress and updo and red lipstick. Quiet night in… you know.” But then I remember how comfortable my fleece-lined leggings are and the fantasy remains just that.
Now that’s a fucking cocktail party.
Sometimes I wish it were the norm to be this classy. “Oh, it’s nothing. Just cocktail hour at home with some friends....
ALTERNATE UNIVERSE.
Could also be retitled: White People, Drinking Fancy Style :) /LARC - Carla
Who let Don Draper sit on a couch with that woman?
i would like to attend this party