I message Ben Ditto before the No Agency launch to ask if I should wear jeans and little Brandy Melville top or 00s AllSaints waifcore dress that reminds me of Elena Velez. He’s sent me a copy of the annual — retail $82 — in exchange for writing about it on Substack. I was going to put it in my big Advent post of recommendations but Ben Ditto messaged me ‘if you put this as a subsidiary to Julia Fox’s book, I will never speak to you again.’
I’m here with Topher, who is doing his doctorate on Ancient Greek harmonics. He is wearing brown chinos and a blue shirt and looks like every other City finance guy. He says that all the girls in this scene are crazy hot and all the guys are like Curtis Yarvin. Topher keeps talking about numbers. On the tube we get talking to an Oxford mathematician about four-dimensional spheres. I’ve been watching The Ascent of Man and I ask them why the Greeks invented geometry but never built the arch. Topher is an Urbit guy and lives on the Upper West Side. He flicks through my copy of the annual and points out all the Urbit guys he knows in the screenshots where they’re trying to get into No Agency parties.