Velvet Rope Vigilance

The season opens with Shel Pink’s "The Density of Delight" at 4554 Forestdale Drive, C‑12; the single‑handed creator’s studio is a sterile showcase of reflexive lattices, and the guest list, a brittle blend of out‑of‑touch philanthropists and a few bohemian alumni, lies disappointingly sparse. Park City Singers perform an unremarkable second set of "Songs of Light and Wonder" at Park City Community Church, 4501 N. S.R. 224, dusk to dusk, where the choir’s gala black robes are as lifeless as the congregation. The ensuing day, Park City Treble Makers, an all‑female a cappella enclave, convene at the same church at 4 p.m., offering paper tickets that cost a moderate twenty dollars; the line is a hodgepodge of teenagers and retirees, casting river‑dark glances at each other. Montage Deer Valley, dressed in a hammered‑metal halo, hosts nightly Hanukkah menorah lightings in front of a lavish ballroom, but the ritual is a mere chandelier‑flicker for the mute masses. Finally, Park City Wine Club’s indulgent dinner at the Waldorf Astoria becomes a glittering tableau of flirtatious toasts, yet the curfew is a polite exhale. Verdict: Attend only if you crave the afterglow of velvet‑hooded desperation; otherwise, send a check but stay home.