The cream of the New York City techie society communed at Hiro Ballroom for some double-fisted rum and cokes, semi-black tie attire, and at least three opportunities for Hipster Grifter to pantomime giving handjobs with her mouth.
A young boxing enthusiast, Vladimir Nabokov, writing for a Russian émigré newspaper, called the Frenchman “the wonderful Carpentier,” a “modest, fair-haired young man.”
