Dinner and Deception
23rd August 2015
In a playground for the superrich, I was an overpaid chaperone wearing a bespoke suit. Gluttony was common. So was sex; more than once we had to interrupt coitus in the restroom. Once a woman asked to leave her baby at the coat check. When the maître d’ explained that dinner lasted at least three hours, she stared back at him, unfazed. “Yes, I know.” Grown men wearing Zegna and Ferragamo would sit at the bar chanting, “We are the 1 percent!”
Another whine-whine-pity-me thumbsucker from the New York Times.
Edward Frame is a graduate student at the New School for Social Research.
I have no doubt.