So let’s say you’re a slightly bored grocery tycoon, and not much phases you. But it’s cool, you’re into it, just so long as it stays out of the papers. The ennui and malaise of jetsetting about the globe with young girls lends any affair a level of heightened, um, something. But then, your antics get you in trouble, precisely because you were trying your damnedest trying to stay out of trouble. And then it all goes crazy. And when you look back on it all, you wonder about those golden, stolen moments in the sky. You wonder what your companions thought about you. Well, lucky for you, buddy, model/?ºber-scenester/Philly expat Kate Flannery (pictured) has a blog:

you know all that fuss about ron burkle, the supermarket billionaire who got blackmailed by the page six guy? i know that guy! when i went to modelfest 2005 in new york city (thinly disguised as a “free trip to new york for the night!!” by my friend), he took us there — it was his private jet that we flew on with him & his cronies. when we all convened in nyc with his east coast buddies and their model collection, he took all of us out to dinner at nobu and paid for everything– a bill that had to be in the thousands — but what i remember most is him having the personality of a sea slug, talking only to the crusty businessmen at the table, and only about his bud p. diddy and their wild times.

Nothing could have touched you in these golden years.
LiveJournal: I Went To Model Fest With Ron Burkle And All I Got Was This Crumpled Sense Of Dissatisfaction
Previously: Burkle, Rhymes With Urkel, But Not Quite As Cool

This entry was posted on Thursday, April 27th, 2006 at 11:09 am.