Thomas Beale introduces Mickey Western.
Walking into Honey Space was kind of like entering the core of a fresh baked apple pie. They were brewing apple cider (with real fruit and cinnamon sticks) on a hot plate and had a Valentine's-appropriate spread of chocolate fondue with sliced strawberries and bananas. The entrance was curiously accented by hay. I don't think I've ever seen real hay in New York City before. Not a single sense I possess was left unsatisfied by the time I departed. The band was phenomenal, the attendees gorgeous, the art delightful, and the tambourine player in a bunny suit was the icing on the pie.
Western and Beale on the accordian
Tambourining bunny, dazzling bass guitar, piles of rescued woods.
I even used the video function on my cam for the first time to capture all the carousing, which means this video sucks, but here it is anyway:
More Photos from the show on my [Flickr]