Five or six years ago, I was in Los Angeles with a friend and suggested we go to the Sunset Tower for dinner. It had recently opened and I'd read that Lindsay Lohan and Paris Hilton had both been banned at the height of their respective love affairs with the public, as a nod to a different sort of taste. We had underestimated the chic of the place, and certainly had no reservation, which caused us more than a little trepidation as we crossed the threshold. I sauntered in, emboldened, as ever, by my usual assurance that whatever I've neatly decided to do is the best available option. We were told that there were no tables, so we sat at the bar, and noticed Tom Ford at dinner, wearing a dinner jacket and looking the picture of elegance. A few minutes later the affable maitre'd informed us that something had opened up, and we proceeded to have a wonderful meal, deftly situated for the maximum number of Tom Ford sightings. By the end of the night, though, our affections had drifted, especially after the maitre'd came by, leaned in and remarked, "It's about so much more than beauty." The Times has a well-deserved profile of him today.
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