Are there certain ingredients that are crowd-pleasers?
Oh, yes. Most popular when it comes to men are brown liquors, unique and custom bitters, and savory elements. I often will create custom bitters from a person’s flavor profile to add to their original signature drink. Women lean toward colorful drinks with exotic fruits and florals made with vodka or champagne.
The Bal des Ardents (Ball of the Burning Men) or Bal des Sauvages was a masquerade ball[note 1] held on 28 January 1393 in Paris at which Charles VI of France performed in a dance with five members of the French nobility. Four of the dancers were killed in a fire caused by a torch brought in by a spectator, Charles’ brother Louis, Duke of Orléans. Charles and another of the dancers survived. The ball was one of a number of events intended to entertain the young king, who in the previous summer had suffered an attack of insanity. The event undermined confidence in Charles’ capacity to rule; Parisians considered it proof of courtly decadence and threatened to rebel against the more powerful members of the nobility. The public’s outrage forced the king and his brother Orléans, whom a contemporary chronicler accused of attempted regicide and sorcery, into offering penance for the event.
Long ago, in a magical time called the 1970s, people threw key parties. At these sordid, drunken soirees, male guests threw their keys into a pot, and the female guests picked a set at random, pairing up with the owner of the keys. Debauchery followed.
Today, lock-and-key parties (a British speed-dating phenomenon in which men try to match their keys to women’s locks) are all the rage. But who wants to walk around with a lock all night waiting for some dude to open it when you could be tossing back Singapore Slings and getting busy with the neighbor?
Recently, my editors asked me to resurrect the legend (some say urban legend) of the key party. Is there a chance that in this lame-ass era I can recapture the good times of the “Me Decade”? Or, like a junior-high school dance, will my key party be an uncomfortable disaster?
"Miss Cleavage of 1952, Gloria Pall, has taken a chapter from her upcoming Story of a Showgirl and has bound it as a limited edition book. The party referred to is the party that Ray Anthony threw for Marilyn on 8/3/52. Gloria recounts her entrance to the party, and her ensuing brief conversation with Marilyn. Only thirteen pages of the book are text…the remaining pages are made up of articles about the party (several of which talk about Gloria), magazine covers that Gloria was on immediately following the party, and a few other pictures of Gloria. Though this only takes a few minutes to read, one can get a few good insights into the feel of this famous party."
Instead of calling it an early night in St. Andrews after the bars were winding down and the golf tournament he was there for had ended, Bill Murray decided to go out and explore the city.
He’d been out to drinks with fellow golfers when he met a beautiful blonde Nordic woman named Lykke Stavnef, who was there with her friend Marie Bergene who, naturally, invited him to a party.
Bill Murray said yes.
When they showed up, the 22 year old Lykke Stavnef says that nobody could believe that she had brought him to a house party. She was concerned that there were not enough clean dishes there, so Bill Murray actually decided to start washing dishes. Everyone was amused when he cleaned some dishes so that people could drink, but even more charmed when he happily accepted drinking vodka out of a coffee mug.
Before he left, he finished cleaning the feet-high dishes pile left by the college students, then went back to his hotel.
Clubbing and partying is now an international industry and there are hundreds of travel operators who specialize in sending you and your friends around the world to some of the planet’s hottest nightlife. So what are the world’s top ten wildest parties where to let loose and join the flow?
When most folks think of Surrealism, people like Salvador Dali or maybe Andre Breton probably come to mind. But there is so much more to enjoy from the Surrealist movement as a creative force, a cultural force, a sociopolitial voice, an integration of art and psychology, and my favorite: Surrealist games.
“I want to give a really bad party. I mean it. I want to give a party where there’s a brawl and seductions and people going home with their feelings hurt and women passing out in the cabinette de toilette. You wait and see.”—F. Scott Fitzgerald, “Tender is the Night.”
“Once I met to this party at Moby‘s house at the El Dorado in the Upper West Side. Moby was selling his massive Penthouse because he felt guilty about being rich, and wanted to move back downtown. This was his moving-out party, and it was bizarre for many reasons: First, Moby was music on his iPod that you’d think someone like Moby would perceive as being uncool. Stuff like ‘Sweet Home Alabama.’ We were all in shock. Then, there was a performance artist named Man-gina who took off all his clothes and climbed on a tall spire on Moby’s rooftop. (My friend Ray was horrified, and a couple weeks later, spotted a clothed Mangina on the streets). Josh Charles was there with his ballerina girlfriend, and Jeremy Sisto showed up with Anthony Anderson from Law and Order. Anthony hugged me. Jeremy disappeared to party on one of Moby’s many terraces and my friend immediately left my side to go find him. Stalky! Meanwhile, I looked over at Moby who was surrounded by three hipster girls and manning the classic-rock music blaring from his iPod. All I could think was, Moby’s got mad game. (I mean, Natalie Portman? Really?).
Q: You’ve hosted a Christmas party for decades here in Baltimore. Is it a traditional, or do you have, like, the Michael Jackson trial playing in the background while you carve the turkey?
The guests might not be, but it’s traditional as far as it’s catered by Sascha’s. It’s decorated — it may be a little strange for some. The electric chair from “Female Trouble” is decorated as a Christmas tree. My sister-in-law makes a wreath on the door that’s kind of an S&M wreath – it’s made of thorns and it snags your clothes when you come in the door. And I do have a Unabomber birdhouse. So it’s traditionally decorated but with a twist. Every year, I do have a movie playing - it’s usually Fischli-Weiss art videos of a dog and a cat. One year I showed Andy Warhol’s Vinyl.” I do have on the two TVs in the house, something playing silently. It’s not usually Christmas-related.
The celebratory atmosphere following the “Reign of Terror” gave way to a number of frivolous yet gruesome fashions and pastimes, one of which was the Victim’s Ball. In order to qualify for admittance in one of these sought after soirees one had to to be a close relative or spouse of one who had lost their life to the guillotine. Invitations were so coveted that papers proving your right to attend had to be shown at the door, and some were even known to forge this certificate in their eagerness. All the rage at these grand balls was to have the hair cut high up off the neck, in imitation of “le toilette du condamne" where the victim’s hair is cut so as not to impede the efficiency of the blade. There were several popular hairstyles including cheveux à la titus or à la victime for both women and men, where the hair is given very short and choppy cut, and the “dog ears” worn by Muscadins, where long flops of hair are left on either side of the face, but cut right up to the hairline on the back of the neck. And for the ladies, a thin red velvet ribbon worn round the neck, or red ribbons worn croisures à la victime, a kind of reverse fichu, or ceinture croisée, across the back of the bodice forming a symbolic “x marks the spot” across the upper back.
“There was a king who had twelve beautiful daughters. They slept in twelve beds all in one room; and when they went to bed, the doors were shut and locked up; but every morning their shoes were found to be quite worn through as if they had been danced in all night; and yet nobody could find out how it happened, or where they had been.”—
Excerpt from the Grimms Brothers fairytale, The Twelve Dancing Princesses.