The National Portrait Gallery was packed for this special late night opening, organised by Contemporary Vintage, an excuse to dress up in celebration of their Glamour of the Gods exhibition.
The gallery was packed and noisy; dress code was black and white, we hadn’t planned for that. The building was filled with people dressed in celebration of a mytholigised era of Hollywood Glamour. It was fun just to be there.
The building was filled with people dressed in celebration of a mytholigised era of Hollywood Glamour. It was fun just to be there.
We’d failed to do our homework so we didn’t know what was going on or where it was happening. It was an overwhelming experience to walk into the huge atrium, packed with people dressed to impress. We just wandered in a daze, wondering if the hundreds of people had dressed for the occasion or this was a convention of similar souls.
There were loads of activities and entertainment, spread through the galleries and the evening. We missed pretty much all of them. We didn’t drink cocktails at the Late Shift bar, we didn’t dance to the Broken Heart DJs, we didn’t type vintage tweets on the @NPGGlamour typewriter.
We were just happy to soak it all. We had a great time.