The Spirit of Jazz

So, it seems the Spirit of Jazz was haunting me this weekend. (No signed contracts, though). On Saturday I went to the Jazz Age Lawn Party on Governor's Island. It was a gorgeous, glorious afternoon of music, period wear, and strong cocktails that knocked me off my feet. But not before I managed to take a few photos and videos.

Here was an antique car, and a woman whose outfit was giving me sailor dress envy (I very nearly bought one for this event a few ( days ago) )

A woman in an exquisite ( green number )

Band leader Michael Arenella (who my companion and I suspect was bludgeoned with a brass instrument by a band member after the gig was over) - note the lovely ( old timey mic )

An adorable ( couple )

Dancers ( in action )

This dandy fellow had multiple partners of all genders ( throughout the day )

Less elegant than others, but I liked the look of ( these two )

I also captured video of the dancers. Alas, I was unable to splice these together. But the second one has a nice finish to the dance.

And today was the DWNY video meet. I imagined it would be the nerdiest thing ever - Whovians huddled in front of iPads under a tree in Central Park. But it wound up just a nice, lounging picnic near Strawberry Fields. Saturday was both physically and emotionally draining for me (for reasons I'd rather not get into), so I was glad to be out in the sun in a no-pressure environment.

On the way home, I wandered with a friend into Tompkins Square Park where a Jazz concert had just let out. This and eyeing Howard Moon leaving the park made me suspect the Spirit of Jazz was following me. So here he is for you: