Was walking down Worth Avenue one slow, sunny day when a stylish man in dark glasses appeared before me. “Simon?” I said, blathering on. He said yes. I ID’d myself by dropping a few big names we had in common then told him whenever I had writer’s block penning my column, I’d read one of his books for a jump start. He said that was one of the best things anyone ever said about his writing. So when I asked if I could photograph him in front of Bilboquet’s Xmas tree, he did not refuse.
