Scenes from New Yorker financial writer Jim Surowiecki's book party last night, featuring Vanity Fair's Michael Wolff farther downtown than he's ever been in his life. We hear he complained for the whole 60-block cab ride down to Canal and Orchard.

Photos by the genius Eliot Shepard of Slower.

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Jim Surowiecki, author — more often known as the "money honey of Conde Nast."

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Knight Landesman, Artforum publisher, in — for him — an incredibly subdued outfit.

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John Homans, executive editor of New York magazine, the land of no summer vacation. Awww.

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Serena Torrey, former politico and current super-suave PR mouthpiece for New York mag, caught mid-gossip with former co-worker Michael Wolff.

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Slate editor Jacob Weisberg drinks away his Microsoft worries under the watchful eye of the giant dead animal. (The one on the wall. Not any of the attendees.)

The party report, in brief: No one insulted anyone, ended up overly drunk, or got laid in the bathroom. What's to say, really?