In the Long Island of the twenties, the party is noisy and the drink abundant. Especially at Jay Gatsby. Adventurer with an obscure past, an artist remarkable for his ability to create a character from scratch, Gatsby, a solar figure by his radiance, a lunar figure by the mystery it generates, is renowned for the evenings he gives in his sumptuous property. The opulence, as well as the superficiality of conversations and human relations, seem to have no limits. This is why the illusion can only be ephemeral.