Friday, January 23, 2009

Pix from Last Night's Dinner Party...

Yesterday evening we hosted Lisboa's underground elite at the flat in Alfama. I may have vegan'd the throng half to death, but no audible complaints were launched. Instead, we heard hours of scintllating conversation and went through a fucking B-52 bomber bay of vino. The pain, the pleasure, the pain...

Clockwise, from the left: André, Pedro, Afonso, Katarina, Claudia, and Joana. Pix by yours truly...

















After the napalm mists had cleared, CP sought the cool night air...









Amo-Te,

Tom