It’s a common scene for those of you in the know and we assure you says the crazy girl tossing her blonde tassels – Talia Eisenberg “we are in the know.” Of course that doesn’t excuse the fact that there are nine of us squeezed somewhere between glamour, perpetuity, immortality and the confined constructs of a shiny black SUV hurtling at ninety miles an hour. Life is fast, except ours is probably much faster…
As we look out the shiny windows one is immediately seduced by the prancing debutantes, the glitter falling and swaying around you and the hurried sashay of the noblemen who aim to become the next hottest thing. Such it seems are the affairs of a kindred society, in some circles they call them the ‘jet set,’ in this SUV we call them the ‘live and let live larger set.’ If for one second the car steers out of control and kills us all there will surely be a general outcry and a sudden outpouring of grief for all the dead artists, writers, socialites, artists, gallery dealers, ideologues and well cheek boned set. It is unlikely to happen but Talia wants us to drive faster anyway. The fact is we are in need of Mr. Goodbar and we must get there at any cost, as long as the camera flash hides all our collective blemishes…
Dominique, Talia and Christina.
