Happy Birthday to my mate Tate, who's birthday it was. We gave a nod to the 1920s for a night of Speakeasy socialising. Never did I see so many feathers and tassels. I opted for the fur coat and Angelina Jolie in The Changeling vibe but was boarderline looking like a fortune teller. The boys were in amazing suits and the jazz was tinkling away. Enjoy the rest of the photos...see how I did them black and white? It's to get you in the mood.
A part aint a party without some time occupying the stairs. Oh how I can't resist a smacker of the jovial kind! Poor Kevin. Sorry.
This is Tate. My mate. Who said bye to being twenty eight. He had a cake. Which he ate. By the end of the night the place was a state.
Daughter of Filipinos.
Wife of a Mexican'ish.
Urban heart + Island soul.
Right brained. Left brained.
Likes to see & likes to do.
THIS BLOG WILL SHOW ALL OF THE ABOVE IN SOME SHAPE AND FORM