I was standing at the edge of the red carpet entrance to Red Circle Lounge with a handful of other photographers when I noticed a rhythmic chinking sound. Upon investigation, I found the source to be a cigar roller, at the end of the lounge patio. She was a withered old woman but her hands were smooth and youthful. She expertly rolled the olive green sheets and wielded a large metal blade tool, responsible for the chinking sound.
Competing for attention in the opposite corner of the lounge was the white chocolate fountain. It was like a molten wedding cake, and was pedestaled so high up that most people could only reach the bottom tier. I helped myself to skewered strawberries and rice crispie treats; I usually forget to eat while photographing, but who could resist this?
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