A tribute to K.Sned
Of all my traveling partners, K. has been my busiest and best frequent-flier-in-crime. She flew in from London on Thursday for a long-weekend of socializing and reminiscing, and as we recounted for my new friends the list of places we’ve been together, even we were impressed. (After meeting and living in Paris, we’ve torn a swath through London, Madrid, Toledo, Hamburg, Edinburgh, New York, Palm Beach, Miami, Panama, Las Vegas, and now Los Angeles. Not too shabby!) Sadly, we’re not as young as we used to be, and the only real mischief we managed was on Saturday, when we lunched at the Chateau Marmont (with Max Azria, by the by…Marc Jacobs seated at the table next to us) then went out dancing at Area and to a late-night party in the Hollywood Hills. K. left this afternoon, tired, happy, and with makeup bags filled, and now I feel—to use her Queen’s English parlance—positively gutted. I will have to rely on crappy new episodes of the latest Bachelor (British!) to get me through the pain.
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June 3rd, 2009 at 11:57 am
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