Smooth as Oil
Themed parties are three of my favorite things at once: shopping, clubbing, and pointing a camera at beautiful people who have committed to a concept. Anyone who visits this site with any regularity could have guessed that's a large part of why Valmoor stays on my calendar most Thursdays.
This week the theme was oil and I had concerns. Was I really going to oil my skin and stand under club lighting and then look at those photos later? I had opinions about this, and I shared them, at length, with several people who didn't ask. Then it hit me, the way things do when you’re close to giving up. Oil isn't just a texture. It's necessity. Economy. Geopolitics in a tight suit. Suddenly I had an outfit and a whole philosophy to go with it.
The people around me had clearly done the same thinking. Everyone showed up with something to say, and my lens got a real workout. DJ Aurora kept the whole thing moving. She was in the Boiler Room just a few weeks ago, and now she was in the main venue, which the team clearly decided the moment she walked in and they were right. She ran long. The room refused to release her.
The photos came out fine. Better than fine. The oil and the lights reached some kind of agreement, for which I happily accept the results. To the friends who heard me complain about the lighting situation throughout the entire night: I owe you a drink. I will absolutely not stop doing this.
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