smouldering on air at the very tip of the debutante’s cigarette holder . . . jazz club downtown somewhere in Manhattan and mother not to know . . . supposed to be at a ball at the Plaza but that boring . . . better here and a band striking up that’s fun to hear . . . date met under the clock at the Biltmore and found on a bench in Central Park looking so handsome in his uniform . . . oops . . . oh no . . . here comes great uncle with his boyfriend and they will surely tell . . . cigarette out and its off to the ladies room to try to hide . . .
My annual winter series post for New Year’s Eve with a few new images added including these too. See it all at the link if you like-















