The party last night was different than most in the warehouse next door. First, it was a benefit event to raise money for breast cancer research, so ticket prices were very high. Because of the recent fires and such, they were actually lower than advertised in order to bring the crowd. As it nominally started at 4PM, the early guests were there for the art and fashion shows, and were generally well-dressed and older.

As the evening wore on (there were some gaps in activity) the crowd became younger, the music louder and better and the alcohol flowed more freely. And other stuff too, according to the woman that ran security (a little too tightly in my opinion). Finally around midnight Soul in the Machine played and the little ravey kids started making ant trails toward the dancefloor, heads bobbing and feet rolling with the optional hula hoops and accessories. I love watching these dance-machines get lost in the music and vibe. And other stuff.

There was more skin on display last night than at any previous party. Might have been the weather or the abundance of fashiony models in the show, but skirts were extremely high, necklines extremely low and acres of fine young girlflesh were on display for those of us who appreciate it. Yeah, I'm nasty.

I left around 2AM, but the party continued, winding down around 4 or 5 I guess. Despite the thumping through the walls and ceiling I fell asleep. And woke up after 10AM. That's about five hours later than usual, by the way.

This is Myra during our first shoot in Kiel, Germany. I've been back a couple of times since and seen or photographed her each time. But it's been a few years now and I need another excuse to get back there.