People are mad about Jia Tolentino’s sponcon.
The only thing people hate more than selling out is hypocrisy.
Good morning everyone.
Today’s letter includes: A shrimp cocktail price index, my fall fashion takeaway from Andrew Ross Sorkin’s book party last night, the estate you could’ve bought if you were a Bear Stearns banker in the 80s (what these walls have seen…), and Jia Tolentino’s sponcon is a lesson in why the only thing people hate more than selling out is hypocrisy.
As far as I know, Bloomberg’s Matt Levine and I were the only two people who ate the small jelly donuts that were being passed around at the end of Andrew Ross Sorkin’s book party last night at The Waldorf Astoria. They were sort of chilled, which made them taste more decadent and dessert-y than a breakfast food. I’ve always liked donuts as a party trick. I’ve brought a box from 7th Ave Donuts to poker games a few times.
Other attendees at Sorkin’s party included Martha Stewart,
, Risa Heller (in head-to-toe High Sport), Charlotte Klein, Jamie Dimon, Barry Diller, Lloyd Blankfein, Bill Ackman, Dylan Byers, Paul Needham, Jesse Angelo, Chloe Malle, Adam Mendehlson, Peter Lattman, Michael Grynbaum (in his Feed Me-famous Johnstons of Elgin sweater), A. G. Sulzberger, Arden Shore, Gayle King, Maggie Haberman, Nick Brown, Ben Smith, , and Michael Bloomberg (who I’m still trying to get in touch with). It was the only party in recent memory that gave all the attendees advice on how to have a more discreet entrance – an email was sent a few hours before the party reading, “for those seeking a more private arrival or departure, there is a private car entrance on 49th Street.”