Some nights you should go to the party. Some nights you should order a new white one-shoulder dress and read your pristine new copy of Serious Pleasures: The Life of Stephen Tennant by Philip Hoare, himself described by the Telegraph as "a supreme anatomist of glamour." I only wish I were in London for the show devoted to Tennant, organized by the Last Tuesday Society, which also puts on masked balls. For that, perhaps I'd go out.
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