Last Saturday we found ourselves at the Boheme Sauvage party at the Wintergarten Varieté. It was another magical night in the spirit of the Golden Twenties. The Shellack was spinning, the sugar was flaming and the fringes were flying. And as I watched the crowd dancing and the fancy couples waltzing over the stage in perfection I asked myself how much more glamorous the nights must have been back in the days compared to our modern-day understanding of a party. More impressions after the jump.
