Photo by Theresa Keil

At some point in your life you will be invited to a party by a stranger. If you don’t go to the party, you could stay safe and sound in the comfort of your own home watching reruns of your favorite reality television show while picking your nose in private. The other option is accepting the invitation to what turns out to be a raging toga party in a space completely decorated to have the look and feel of full-on Dionysian debauchery. In this scenario, you would have to risk being seen picking your nose in public. So what are you gonna do?

Photo by Theresa Keil.

Photo by Theresa Keil

Somehow we ended up at this raging toga party being held by Symbiotic. I’m not sure if photographer Theresa Keil posed this guy to look like he was a part of the painting or if it was one of those happy accidents I keep hearing about.

Photo by Theresa Keil.

Photo by Theresa Keil

This isn’t a stray Otakon photo that ended up in the wrong batch, people. This is the same toga party.

Photo by Theresa Keil.

Photo by Theresa Keil

Toga = Happy. And to think the answer was right there all along.

Photo by Theresa Keil.

Photo by Theresa Keil

I think he ate her toga. That must be what she’s looking for.

Photo and story by Theresa Keil.

Photo by Brooke Hall

And this is where things got really strange.