Emer was the man of the night on Tuesday, even though he was throwing a party for Hungarian author Gregory Dragoman at the Paris Review offices in Soho. Just look at how happy these people are to be seen with Emer. Can you blame them? I wish I was in this photo. Then maybe my life wouldn't be as miserable as it is right now.
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