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He paused, shrugged, nodded glumly and immediately walked away

Aurore Ducas passed by and so did Yves Saint-Laurent and Taki An Iraqi a close to Bobby, who kept le I spent the early part of the evening chatting nervously to Diane Von Furstenberg and Barry Diller and trying toa basset hound sone into thin crystal flutes while staring blankly past us And predictably the party got hipper as it kept gliding further along and people started dancing to Republica and Kate Moss and Naomi Campbell arrived with The Artist Formerly Known As Prince and To and I had a heavy conversation with Michael Douglas about high-end safaris while I held a plate of lobster looking fairly benign and "I’ie Man" by KC and the Sunshine Band blasted out, which was Ja and ly at her Baptiste Piton did the flower arrangeht,

Bruce left the party the moment the French premier’s son showed up and Tammy locked herself in an upstairs bathroone and fell into a fairly hysterical state and someone-this zonked-out NYU filhts in the apartavethe back of an old issue of Le Monde with an important pen he borrowed fro soasped "Ooh-how perfect" The director and Felix, along with most of the fil I ended up slumped over on a bench in the courtyard and drunkenly said "Bonjour, dude" to Peter Jennings as he left and my foot had fallen asleep so I limped back into the party and tried to dance with Jamie but Bobby wouldn’t let me

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The shoe attended today: Gaultier, Comme des Garcons and-after a stop at the new Frank Malliot place located soiant white curtain, uncharacteristic , , we needed alibis), and then inevitably Les Bains for a dinner in honor of Dries von Noten andPrada andhyped-up bash and I’ "Hey baby" in strained variations to Candelas Sastre and Peter Beard and Eleanore de Rohan-Chabot and E Hansen and a dentist I visited briefly in Santa Fe when Chloe was on location there and Ines Rivero and there are way too irls are carrying straw bags and wearing dresses the colors of crayons and the club is decked out with iardenias and roses I keep overhearing the word "insects" and when I light a cigarette I’ the thousand francs clutched inthe Galliano shohile I sat next to her tre over breakfast Bobby said nothing about where he was heading off to today but since soshot withoutto the production schedule, staying inconspicuous, staying out of sight

I walk over to where the filarette She’s wearing a tight sequined pantsuit by Valentino and carefully applied winged eyeliner Eric Clapton starts playing over the sound system, which is my cue

"Eric Clapton sucks"

"Oh yeah?" she asks "That’s just great"

I grab a glass of cha and we’re both out in the open standing next to each other on the dance floor, looking at everything else but us

"I want you," I say, wanly s to Claudia Schiffer as she passes by "I want you very badly"

"That’s not in the script, Victor," she warns, s to play"

"Jamie, please," I say "We can talk Bobby’s not here yet"

"Just knock those date-rape fantasies out of that pretty little head of yours," she says, exhaling

"Baby," I say genuinely "I don’t want to hurt you"

"You’re about to hurt both of us if you keep this up"

"Keep what up?" I ask

She turns even farther away I move closer

"Hey Jamie-" I reach out to touch her shoulder "What’s the story?"