Giney Villar
I came late on purpose.
You see, I am ambivalent about going to other people’s parties. I prefer to throw them. Preparing the food, the drinks, deciding on what music to play, laying out the party traffic, phrasing the invite . . . the little sexy details.
I like creating a sense of excitement—of mystery. Roll out just enough skin so to speak to get the interest going.
Being on the other side now makes me a bit antsy. To be on the “receiving side” of surprises, of not knowing what to expect in a party usually full of people with great expectations.
I have been to many exclusive parties in this house. This tasteful and sensuous house. The cadence and rhythm of its architectural design broken occasionally by some seductive accent—a change in texture, a s***h of color, an a
