>That glittering evening may have been the moment when the 90's belle
>epoque reached its summery apex. Expensive famous people milling around a
>soulless New York party, wondering why they're there. Wordlessly
>rehearsing in their head the bon mot they'll bestow on the tanned New York
>Post columnist standing near the hors-d'oeuvre table. A man in a
>second-season Prada suit hungrily scribbles a cell-phone number into his
>Palm Pilot.
beauteous
>Someone should
>write a 400-page epic poem about that party.
>
>Seth
why? i don't know the inside dope here, apparently.
kelley