Last night was extremely charming. How come? I was privvy enough to go to a party hosted by a celebrated Men’s Journal. The lights were low, the music was high, and we were dancing side to side. What was really exciting about this event was a lingerie fashion show! The most booty-licious girls in town strutted down a runway to cheers and applause and flashes.
I would call this an elevator eyes party. The audience’s eyes took a ride on the pull and levy system up to the 10th floor and back down to the body lobby. Checking people out is usually sort of awkard. If the one being admired happens to catch the gaze of the looker, what does he or she do? I wouldn’t know.
That is what was nice about fashion shows- you are actually supposed to check the models out. No shame. The elevator door opens- are you going up?