SHHH…

It’s a secret. New York’s best-kept secret of this season’s social scene. It’s about that time of the year again, when the leaves turn gold, the wind picks up and the parties die down. Come in out of the cold and join us for a leap through time, to a more simplistic era, when men wore hats, women had curves and the biggest problem of the day was where to go for a drink.

This fall Whiskey Glass Studios brings you an exclusive, intoxicating event called PROHIBITION, a multimedia medley celebrating all that is fine, cultured, risqué and taboo in the art, media and entertainment world. Sneak in to our downtown NYC speakeasy and experience an uninhibited sanctuary filled with the finest women, wine, music, artwork, and moonshine…

Original artwork by Pope Phoenix, Antoine Young and Jaclyn Amor will be on display and available for purchase. 

THE VISION…

This evening’s late broadcast brought news of the noble experiment, but I wasn’t listening. I searched my empty pockets for a smoke, struck a match and headed towards the window. Across the way, down by the Goldsborough store, I noticed a steady, rhythmic stream of ladies, gentlemen, flappers and gangsters appearing on the curb, exchanging whispers, nods & grunts before vanishing into the abyss of the nearby alleyway. I could make out echoes of laughter, fumbling footsteps, knocks on a heavy bolted door, opening itself enough to let the lightest of dissonant melodies escape into the otherwise quiet night. It was the neighborhood’s worst kept secret, attracting all sorts at odd hours. I flicked the butt and looked at my watch – it’s not too late for some entertainment, is it? A handwritten note was slid under my door earlier this evening by the dame upstairs. Awkwardly attractive, by no means beautiful, but she made for good company during the twilight hours. It was tonight’s code word for the infamous speakeasy I’ve been peering at solongingly, where she works as a cigarette girl. Jacket, tie, hat. I could pass.

PROHIBITION, regardless of the name, brought together the best  and the worst in people, it appealed to the masses to socialize in exclusive quarters and revel in all things explicit, illicit, risqué and divine. I found myself in a whirlwind of hot, live jazz, barely dressed cigarette girls passing out freshly, hand rolled cigars, jars filled with the finest bourbon, moonshine, beer and wine, clinking together in tipsy celebration. The dim walls were covered in the latest mix of fine art pieces, a multimedia mash up, awakening fetishes, tickling my inner fantasies, art critic and child. At this very moment, I looked around this hidden treasure of a loft and realized all my senses were being pleasantly stimulated and I was surrounded by the elite. Dirty, sexy, things.

This is a night to remember, a night that will go down in history and I was a part of it. 

This is PROHIBITION.