My Idea for a skins party takes place in a woodland where the party goers have turned the whole area into a makeshift campsite, with fabric strewn between tree's as tents and marquees, with the ground covered in an abundance of blankets and cushions amongst the long grass to sink into. Every tent holds a surprise, around every corner, another secret unfolding. The whole place is mystical, magical but with an element of danger. People lie about, wasted but happy, drowning their sorrows in the most intoxicatingly beautiful way possible
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