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Business as...not Usual, Exactly
Sep. 8th, 2013 05:07 pm~1 year ago~
The night is dark, but then when isn't it? The dusk casts the alleyway in an eerie glow, but that is as it should be. This is summertime, and the proverbial halls are decked with kitsch and camp as far as the eye can see: this is Aequitas perennial Midsummer shindig.
As always, nobody seems to notice the line of people (human and non) stretching down the alley, in all styles of finery from bleeding-edge designer fashion to archaic period costumes to truly bizarre garments that no human language has words for.
Aequitas openings have been a lot less frequent over the past year, but its patrons have not lost interest. Quite the reverse: the rarer they are, the more exclusive and enticing.
Up at the front of the line, a slender figure in white silk and layers of silver gauze studded with diamonds is stepping up to sing a few lines from Carmen to the stolidly waiting door guards.
The night is dark, but then when isn't it? The dusk casts the alleyway in an eerie glow, but that is as it should be. This is summertime, and the proverbial halls are decked with kitsch and camp as far as the eye can see: this is Aequitas perennial Midsummer shindig.
As always, nobody seems to notice the line of people (human and non) stretching down the alley, in all styles of finery from bleeding-edge designer fashion to archaic period costumes to truly bizarre garments that no human language has words for.
Aequitas openings have been a lot less frequent over the past year, but its patrons have not lost interest. Quite the reverse: the rarer they are, the more exclusive and enticing.
Up at the front of the line, a slender figure in white silk and layers of silver gauze studded with diamonds is stepping up to sing a few lines from Carmen to the stolidly waiting door guards.
