One of the great things about the holiday season is the rounds of parties that one is inevitably invited to... if, that is, one has friends like Topher.
I was slow to get myself going this afternoon, but he invited me to stop by his apartment for a drink and then join him at an open house some friends of his were having.
I was delighted to find that dear ol Bill Demerritt was at Topher's apartment when I go there, with his girlfriend Brook and his mom Sue in tow. I hadn't seen Bill since he'd done The Dancer Wore Sneakers. And I don't really think I've talked to him much since we did Tartuffe together back in 2003.
So, after we hung out with Bill and clan for a while, we made or way uptown to Topher's friend's open house.
It turns out that his friends were none other than Patricia Bosworth (noted biographer of Montgomery Clift and Diane Arbus, and a contributing editor at Vanity Fair) and her husband Tom Palumbo (noted photographer, actor, and director).
The joint was chock full of fascinating, amazing people. I mean, I chatted briefly with Elia Kazan's widow, for chrissakes. Delightful lady.
If ever you need an explanation why so many of us put of the with the crazy-making maelstrom that is New York, it's evenings like these.
Too bad they don't happen every day!
I was slow to get myself going this afternoon, but he invited me to stop by his apartment for a drink and then join him at an open house some friends of his were having.
I was delighted to find that dear ol Bill Demerritt was at Topher's apartment when I go there, with his girlfriend Brook and his mom Sue in tow. I hadn't seen Bill since he'd done The Dancer Wore Sneakers. And I don't really think I've talked to him much since we did Tartuffe together back in 2003.So, after we hung out with Bill and clan for a while, we made or way uptown to Topher's friend's open house.
It turns out that his friends were none other than Patricia Bosworth (noted biographer of Montgomery Clift and Diane Arbus, and a contributing editor at Vanity Fair) and her husband Tom Palumbo (noted photographer, actor, and director).
The joint was chock full of fascinating, amazing people. I mean, I chatted briefly with Elia Kazan's widow, for chrissakes. Delightful lady.
If ever you need an explanation why so many of us put of the with the crazy-making maelstrom that is New York, it's evenings like these.
Too bad they don't happen every day!
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