Last night, I was meeting someone for drinks to discuss this newsletter and put my phone down for no more than 90 minutes. By the time I picked it back up, I had four separate text messages containing the same whimsical beige-and-navy invitation. But the invitation wasn’t for me. It was being passed around on X, where, admittedly, I no longer have an account.
“Did you see this?” one wrote. “Is this real? If anyone knows, it’s you.”
“Were you invited to this?” another asked.
X user Zak Kukoff, who works in tech and science policy, tweeted the invitation out with the caption: Gwyneth Paltrow is the apex predator of taste. You say taste is the new moat. Only she has the courage to host an al fresco dinner at the Hamptons home in honor of Sam Altman.
The responses to Kukoff’s tweet varied from angry to hilarious (my favorite: Those of the woo-woo persuasion will note that regardless of [whether the invitation is] AI generated or not, the alleged dinner takes place after an eclipse. Intriguing.)
By the time I got home from my own dinner last night, I had answers to all of my friends’ questions, plus plenty of details that had not yet made their way onto X. The dinner itself, meanwhile, has yet to be reported by the mainstream press, but has been verified to be happening. The details (and the invitation) after the jump.
Also in today’s letter: Sotheby’s eyes an entire luxury empire, John Mayer tickets hit the Hamptons black market, Julia Koch expands on Meadow Lane, Brian Moynihan plays word games with Wall Street, Eric Schmidt unloads a superyacht, patterned sheets make a comeback, billionaires build bunkers for their Ferraris and more…
