New York Post Online Edition: gossip
In one of my first jobs and a low woman on the totem pole, I used to take a lot of calls and office visits from Oliver Kamm who was a velvet-mafia wannabe and up the ass of my velvet-mafia boss (actually I'm not sure who was up whose ass.) Anyway, Oliver was always overly sweet to me asking me to do him favors and to get my boss on the phone for him. As a courtesy, he used to send me this very bitchy weekly email that he used to write about Christy Turlington who was in one of his classes at NYU. He would take notes on everything she said in the class and then comment on them in these nasty emails that were sent to all his friends. They were actually very funny. I remember at the time, he was also very into snowboarding. Anyway, years later I ran into Oliver at Da Silvano and he totally snubbed me and was extremely rude whenI came over to his table to say hello. He actually said to me, "I can't believe they let you in here." I never forget a social slight, so I appreciated hearing that Kamm is actually a crazy man surrounded by meathead goons.
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