10.22.16. 10:45 p.m. Westervelt Ave., Staten Island.
Every guest was poised and polished, although more than one admitted to having spent the afternoon sewing in a panic.
On Saturday night, about three dozen vintage clothing collectors gathered at a three-story 1908 home on Staten Island to kick off the Halloween season. For these New Yorkers, this can be an odd time: What they wear normally is what most people would consider a costume. That makes putting together an ensemble for a gathering of friends easy, and most repurposed items they already had. They drank cocktails like the Hemingway-created Death in the
Afternoon, which blends absinthe and champagne for a near-fatal dose. The 1930s recipe was an appropriate one to sip in a house decorated with antiques from the same decade. Upstairs offered Ouija and tarot readings; downstairs had pool and a rambunctious show from a Coney Island sleight-of-hand artist. But mostly, this party was about the good company.
Text by Zoë Beery; Photography by c for the Village Voice