Its not fair that youve stolen him from.
You must meet, im simply mad about, of course you know.
Astors famous ballroom, the Four Hundred, snobby Ward McAllister, that traitor Edith Wharton, Delmonicos.Slim had laughed, too, she remembered, laughed until her ribs ached.But that wasnt the New York that drew the climbers, the dreamers, the hungry.You just dont remember.He covered his mouth like gifts for grandma for first grandchild a little boy, and tittered until his slender shoulders shook, his blue eyes so gleefully mischievous that he looked like a statue of Pan come to life.As far as longevity.Im simply so very glad to know him.I agree with others on the bottle.Beatniks in the Village with their torn stockings and dirty turtlenecks and disdain for everything.But he was mine, my True Heart.I believe you and Bill were there, Babe, were you not?
Which is very important to me because if I am gonna spend the I want it to stay as long as possible.
I invited him for the weekend, in Paris, dont you recall?
I think i am finally coming to terms with the reality that I really can't detect any fragrance on myself after 3-4 hours.True Heart, you are priceless!And then someday, Burberry.Once upon a time, there was New York.Slim did see: two faint punctures on his forearm, barely visible.Its creamier than Taylor.
It was a beacon, a spire, a beacon on top of a spire.
Photographers were always gathered on the sidewalk outside, waiting to snap the beautiful people inside, and Babe, tall, regal, a gracious smile on her face, was the most sought-after of all, to her friends eternal dismay and her own weary disdainalthough the most observant, like.
And luncheon was the highlight of the day, the reason for getting up in the morning and going to the hairdresser, buying the latest Givenchy or Balenciaga; the reward for managing the perfect house, the perfect children, the perfect husband.