SOLD OUT.
We're back in IMMA on October 29th and taking over the Tiger Dublin Fringe Festival's Spiegltent on September 24th X
“In his blue gardens, men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”
Already one of Europe’s biggest vintage parties, Film Fatale’s Prohibition returns with its annual 1920s summer party, Gatsby’s Mansion, at the glorious gardens and great hall of the Royal Hospital Kilmainham.
Reimagine the world of F Scott...
SOLD OUT.
We're back in IMMA on October 29th and taking over the Tiger Dublin Fringe Festival's Spiegltent on September 24th X
“In his blue gardens, men and girls came and went like moths among the whisperings and the champagne and the stars.”
Already one of Europe’s biggest vintage parties, Film Fatale’s Prohibition returns with its annual 1920s summer party, Gatsby’s Mansion, at the glorious gardens and great hall of the Royal Hospital Kilmainham.
Reimagine the world of F Scott Fitzgerald for one night only as IMMA is transformed into the epitome of 1920s glamour and decadance — Jay Gatsby’s summer mansion. So pop that bottle of bubbles and fix your braces old sport and join us in bringing the greatest party in all of literature to life.
Arrive in style to the outdoor-indoor ritzy Roaring Twenties Summer party. Gatsby’s chauffeur will meet you at the gate and bring you to the manicured lawns for G&Ts, bowls, croquet, live music and a bit of Charleston in the sunshine before heading indoors for the cat’s meow of parties.
Inside Gatsby’s majestic mansion, the 1920s is in full swing. The giggle juice is flowing, bottles of bubbles are popping, dresses shimmer and sparkle, top hats are tipped, fan dancers dazzle and the Film Fatale Follies — the epitome of 1920s glamour — are lighting up the stage.
Join Gatsby on the floor for dance-your-spats off and shake-your-tassels electro-swing and vintage DJs, live ragtime, old-meets-new twenties fusion and original music from Stomptown Brass. While down in the cellar, you’ll find gangsters betting their last dime at the gambling tables.
This is strictly a 1920s/1930s event — the moll at the door won’t let you in if you ain’t dressed in vintage style, so put on your vintage glad rags and flaunt your inner Daisy Buchanan or Jay Gatsby, or come as a gangster or flapper.
Can’t repeat the past? Why of course we can!