OPEN POST: 1920s Dinner Party Peckerwood Field Trip Series

Darlings, throw on your pearls and peel yourself off the fainting couch — this Sunday, we’re going somewhere deliciously decadent. Tonight’s setting? A roaring 1920s dinner party that would make Gatsby feel underdressed. There is no specific year — we’re simply in the 1920s, the decade that invented champagne-soaked chaos. Arrivals & Aesthetic The guests arrive in chauffeured Hispano-Suizas and Packards, stepping out in velvet cloaks, chinchilla wraps, and the occasional scandal. Josephine Baker glides in like silk dipped in firelight, fresh from a Paris revue. Ernest Hemingway, still smoldering with youth and trauma, saunters in with a flask of something strong and a story twice as strong. And Cole Porter? He’s already at the piano, turning your indiscretions into sheet music. Dorothy Parker is parked on a tufted velvet chaise in the corner, armed with a gimlet, ready to dismantle everyone’s ego in ten words or less. “Brevity,” she purrs, “is the soul of lingerie.” Oscar Wil...