Gatecrashers © John Ma
The harbour view and the ocean breeze was spectacular in the most Australian way. The party kicked off in the early afternoon and went well into the night. But while the sunshine lasted, summer flirted with everyone.
If Fair Day had been a family affair, the Harbour Party was what happened when the kids went to bed. So as the babysitter minded the kids, the grown-ups played dress ups, and even the gatecrashers came in style.
Dame © John Ma
And of course a Mardi Gras party wouldn’t be a party without a dame or two.
Beachy © John Ma
Personally I found the beach chairs to be a godsend. I got to rest my feet while getting some shade, and practiced getting over brain freezes from the vodka mango slushy.
Disco © John Ma
When my brain unfroze I went back for seconds, then I looked up at a great big disco ball hanging over the Sydney skyline and thought that was one of the coolest things ever.
Dujour © John Ma
Peace and love from DJ Du Jour.
Harbour Party © John Ma
It would have been a good day even if the party ended right there and then. But wait… There’s more!
Beefy © John Ma
The beefy crowds kept rolling in.
Safe © John Ma
Is that bird? Is that a plane? No… It’s a fucking condom.
Passion Gives You Wings © John Ma
After the floating condoms came the butterflies.
Punter © John Ma
And then the shirts disappeared.
Banana Boat © John Ma
For some, the party peaked a little too early.
Smoke on the Water © John Ma
For others, the real party had just started.
Interlude © John Ma
The setting sun felt somewhat like an interlude. The briefest of interludes…
The Horde © John Ma
Since the sweaty restless crowd and inpatient night had waited long enough.