It had just seemed the right place to go that evening. Cristina Zilkha, the social locomotive and one-time chanteuse, had taken me to some fashiony event on the Upper East Side and we went on to Swifty’s for a bite.
The front room was full so we headed to the back, the room where I had hung some drawings not so long before, and were seated next to David Patrick Columbia, the potentate of the on-line New York Social Diary, who was with the writer, Christopher Mason.
We chatted about this and that, nothing consequential. Bold-face names could be seen here and there—Michael Kors, the designer, with Aerin Lauder—so it was just another Swifty’s evening.