The Argyle

By Paula Morris In Culture

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30th April, 2005
At seven o'clock, Simon pulls his Jeep into the half-moon driveway of the Argyle Hotel. He's here to collect a woman called Kirsty, to take her out to dinner. They had a meeting late that afternoon at his office in Century City, an appointment he had to move back from earlier in the day. She couldn't get on a flight back to Chicago this evening, so he felt obliged to make the offer. This is her first time in Los Angeles. The valets at the Argyle wear boxy grey uniforms that look like overwashed costumes from a 30s musical. One swings open the car door, waiting for Simon to climb out, ...

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