Those who believe high society is dead should have stopped by the Plaza Hotel on Wednesday night, where America’s upper class was on display–on glossy book pages. The occasion was a party for “High Society,” the latest book from Assouline by Nick Foulkes, which bills itself as a “History of America’s Upper Class.”
Guests like Marina Rust Connor, Allison Sarofim, Jamee Gregory and Dayssi Olarte de Kanavos sipped Champagne and eagerly flipped through pictures of Astors, Vanderbilts, Fricks, and Morgans. Yet, when asked what they thought high society means today in light of the poor economy and popularity of faux-cialites, many in attendance were reluctant to respond.
“I don’t have anything clever to say, please don’t quote me,” said Olarte de Kanavos.
Allison Sarofim concurred. “Don’t quote me,” she said.
Nacho Figueras was one of the few willing to offer his thoughts. While the polo player copped to rubbing elbows with the elite on account of his career, he said he still feels like an ordinary guy. “I am just a polo player who loves my family,” insisted the athlete. In other words: don’t quote him.