Sunday, May 31, 2009


Sean skillfully and thoughtfully organized a big brunch for eight of us at Morandi in the West Village. We had a wonderful and efficient Italian waitress (above) and great bread. (I wish I asked where they got their bread. I am sure someone knows since this is a Keith McNally place and those in the know know these things.)

Sean ran into his friend from his high fashion days at GQ and hers at Chanel. I thought I saw Soon Yi Previn. I did not.

(l-r) Frank, Teddy, Pat, John, Brian, Pat (head obscured by) Sean, Paul.

Frank's Shoes. I love Frank's shoes almost as much as the bread at Morandi.

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