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Radar has enticed a "well-placed spy on the A-list" to file the occasional, anonymous dispatch detailing the cartoonish (but, sadly, all too factual) superficiality of our fair city, and while their embedded cultural reporter's initial installment offers nothing more surprising than the revelation that low-level celebrities can be found partying in the homes of unknown hosts who are annoyingly anal about their expensive hardwood floors, we are provided a fascinating glimpse into the world of high-level agent footwear. Names are named!

A valet takes the Aston as a thick Blonde with a clipboard plants a wet one on Lane. A butler with a tray asks us to remove our shoes as the wood floors are extremely delicate and shouldn't really be walked on. He hands us some good champagne and points to a shorter version of himself, standing guard before perfectly arranged rows of Manolos and Guccis and Tods and Jimmy Choos and Pradas and sneakers and trainers of all kinds and sizes. He's the Shoe Valet and takes his position quite seriously.

Lane slips off his Prada driving shoes as I do my Berluti loafers. We both hand them over to the SV who informs us we don't need a ticket given his photographic memory of all things pertaining to the foot. I start to say that his fetishes are his own business, that my shoes cost nearly $2000 in London, when he cuts me off and points out that two of the biggest partners at Endeavor have the same shoes and he will guard them with his life and the dollar must have been extremely weak that day because Patrick Whitesell said his cost just over $1600 and were the same model, The Warhol, and for such a handsome guy Whitesell doesn't have very nice feet but maybe that's because Charlotte Ronson ran them over in Malibu and that, as an afterthought, most of the William Morris agents have fairly cheap shoes.

At the risk of sounding tragically unsophisticated about matters of industry fashion, we'll confess our total ignorance about the shoe choices of the agenting élite. But if the above is an accurate depiction of the disparity between the footwear budgets of Endeavor and William Morris employees, we hope that WMA will be appropriately embarrassed and get its spending in line with their more extravagantly shod competitors, sparing no expense to outfit their staff in shoes made of only the priciest, highest-quality baby-leather available.