Time keeps moving on, but we don’t seem to ever fully move on with it.
See, I was nowhere near the city of New York, or planet Earth for that matter, when fashionable socialites of Manhattan and every surrounding borough, waited in lines–sometimes only to be humiliated and turned away–all to get into the Studio 54. They showed up every night, to dance elbow to elbow with Grace Jones, or maybe to get their own minute of fame, to express their sexuality, creativity, to experience the freedom. To each their own.
Source: DORÉ – Bogdana Ferguson