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Scooter looks at his cigar wonderingly

"Do to that what you did to get this job," I tell hioes pale "How did you know?"

"David-remove the nicotine patch," Didier calls out froirlfriend sees this," Scooter y"

"You still with Felicia?" Rick asks hiirl I met in the bathroom in the lobby of the Principe di Savoia," Scooter says blankly "I was lost and she looked like Sandra Bullock Or so they say"

"What’s her name?" David asks

"Shoo Shoo"

"Shoo Shoo what?"

"No apparent last name"

"How did you lose the CK job, ot pissed," Scooter says "I cut my hair, but it’s considerably more, er, complex than that"

Silence, a considerable pause, heavy nodding, the ca

"Believeup my hands, "Calvin and I have tussled many a tiave you pretty good seats for the show, though," David says, stretching his calf muscles

"That’s because Chloe was in it," Rick says

"I wasn’t at the Calvin Klein show," I say cal Calvin Klein show"

"There’s a picture of you at the show in WWD, baby," Rick says "You’re with David and Stephen In the second row"

"So," I intone, rubbing"Second rowtoday’s WWD and cautiously hands it to rab it and find the photos taken at yesterday’s shows It’s not a clear photograph: Stephen Dorff, David Salle and lasses, slouching in our seats, stone-faced Our names are in bold type beneath the photo, and after mine, as if an explanation was necessary, the words "It Boy" A bottle of chane topples from a table, someone calls out for a shawalla

So what’s the story, Victor?" David asks "Let ht You weren’t at the show? You’re not in that photo? Letto ask how the club’s going?" I finally ask, thrusting the paper back at the twin, suddenly indignant over this fact