Through the murky haze of social chain-smoking, I peer into the party crowd. The colourful mass pulses as the bass booms, the arms of the crowd shifting intermittently to knock back drinks, puff cigarettes and twirl companions within the humid atmosphere.
In the corner, the band dances with their instruments, as fingers pluck, hands slide, feet bang. The beat travels across the floor, exploding in my chest, exploding over everyone. A beautiful disease has infected the motley group as partygoers celebrate with a musical fever pulsating through their bodies, their heads shaking rhythmically. I walk through the dancers, the sides of my body gently brushing the denim vests, latex catsuits, and bare skin of the crowd. Surrounded by the throbbing beat I float across the beer-bottle-littered floor, carried along by the bohemian ensemble.
Featured Image Credit: Weegee, Greenwich Village Party, New York, 1956
Body Image: Weegee, Greenwich Village Party, New York, 1961