"Like the New York Public Library reading room, albeit with food, a bar and chatting, the space features an oblong table with brass lamps where a line of patrons sat tapping at their laptops—except for one man who bellowed into his cell: 'ANNIE LEIBOVITZ? You know THE PHOTOGRAPHER. YES, she’s going to be the stylist.' An Aussie business exec, a blond screenwriter and I rolled our eyes in unison and continued chatting about NYC real estate..." [Our Town]
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