It's strange for me and maybe quite sad that this is the only photo (I'm not counting the photos I took of the bathroom) I took of last night. I can't remember if it was because I was so impressed by the place or the food or the fact that it was my first work social and I couldn't expose myself as an obsessive documenter of everything and anything just yet. Or might have been a mixture of all three (probably) and also that I was super drunk (most probably). This photo was from the very end of the night - the taxi was about to come in through the gates and the path was dotted with spotlights in the ground - it was so pretty.
So the ZARA Woman christmas party has taken place almost a month before christmas because we're in Spain and nothing really makes sense here. I'm pretty sure our department's was the first of the christmas parties for each department at ZARA and perhaps the first christmas party of 2015 in the world. Apparently the venue was a pretty big deal so it had to be booked super early. I think it was worth it. Our room alone was HUGE. We started in the smaller area, with a few high-top tables and swinging seats hanging from the ceiling at the back and Japanese maple trees lining the sides and then later we moved on to the dance floor.
After all the stress of finding something to wear, in the end we were all still rushing all over the place after work and we got in the taxi at the time the party was due to start. Fashionably late, as always. The irony of being a fashion designer is that we never have anything to wear for any particular occasion. Even more of a joke was that my shoes took me twice as long to work out how to tie them up than it did to braid my hair into some kind of up-do and we laughed about once again proving that despite being fashion designers we don't know how to put anything on properly. It's a funny thing when you are somehow useless in your own field when it's in a different context. Maybe I should review this incompetency..
Somehow I was already on my third glass of wine while others were still nursing their first - this was my first open-bar experience. With the waiters walking around offering glasses of wine, I thought it appropriate to down the current glass in my hand and reach for a new one. The waiters and waitresses slowly made their way around with trays of different foods each time. It was tapas-like finger food except for a million times more fancy. We had chocolate-covered foie gras (!) and tuna tartare and caviar cones and prawns with a spicy mayonaise and mini chicken and guacamole tacos and something wrapped with an anchovy and jamón wrapped bread and tiny pizzas and roast vegetable bruschetta. We ate pulpo in miniature bowls with mash potato and thin cuts of Galician beef and seafood croquettes and holy moly (brace yourself) steak tartare wrapped in rice paper with a newspaper print on it with the headline clearly reading (as pointed out by the waiter) "ZARA WOMAN" !! At some point a big table on wheels was pushed over and a huge mushroom and parmesan risotto was plated into miniature plates and soon after another table with fancy glass coffee filters (?) making freshly brewed coffee to accompany the desserts.
A little later the music finally started and everyone moved out into the main area of the room with the dance floor. I got my introduction into Spanish party music for about the first 50 songs before any music I could understand and recognise was played but regardless, we danced and danced and it was such a long time since I danced in such a happy place. Even the patternmakers had come and it was so great to see everyone outside of work in such a social setting for the first time. Everyone was set loose on the music and it will probably be one of the most memorable moments I'll have - all the bosses and pattenmakers dancing their asses off and singing along to every song like we were all teenagers again.
Jess and I left around 3am but I think we were one of the first to leave. The others could dance until the sun came up but I was so full of food and too much drink I wanted to sink into one of the hanging chairs and sleep. It was such a night to remember and I know I've already forgotton so many little things. But even then, perhaps that's what made it so special - because no amount of photos could capture those better moments. They are for ourselves to keep safe.