Danny DeVito isn’t accepting champagne at The Jade Bar, but he waves from the couch and mouths “thank you.” A curve of nine women in black dresses don’t stop smiling, and neither does Danny DeVito. The trumpet player is taking a break, but no one has lowered their voices. It’s Basquiat’s turn on the walls, but it’s too dark to make out which paintings. …
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