Despite what social media nay-sayers would have us believe, some parties really are as exciting as they look on other people’s Instagram stories. And frustratingly for those of us scrolling disconsolately from bed at 2am (just me?) we are now entering the season of international sesh, when the parties are super-charged and seemingly as endless as Ibizan blue skies.
This hallowed period sees the world’s professional partygoers (and a select crowd of their employed but still very good looking friends), jet between locations, having a really raucous time and posting artfully un-posed pictures from the dancefloor. Lindsay Lohan dancing in Mykonos will always be the patron saint of international sesh. We may have spent the late 2010s Goopified into submission — working on our mental health and our abs — but if the past few months’ worth of opening parties are anything to go by, LiLo’s energy is re-entering by force. Wellness is over — we are post-pandemic, post-good health and the party is absolutely, unequivocally, back on (across several continents).
