We arrived at Chateau Marmont in a hazy sunset.

The dark polished floors reflected the warm lights as we walked to the table laid under vaulted arches and with a view of the moroccan-inspired tents in the inner courtyard.

Other patrons were leaning close over tapered candles as the evening drew close. The feeling was intimate, convivial, new and at the same time, like you had been here before.

Strangers, brought together with a tool as old as time. We connected over similar interests, and differed in views on power and culture. A good dinner party should leave you inspired, satisfied, like you’ve been where you are supposed to have been. Welcomed, engaged, and at the end, a bit exhausted.