Party at the Seychelles Consulate

So... the tropical-themed "seashell" party Yomei had told us about earlier turned out to be a tropical-themed "Seychelles" party. The Seychelles consulate, to be exact-- an honorary title for an unbelievably posh house designed by Norman Foster (yes, that Norman Foster, Sir Norman Foster, designer of Chek Lap Kok and Stansted Airports, and the HSBC building). Who, pray tell, lives in this out-of-control architectural jewelbox? Sam Chan, a Hong Kong businessman who "owns brands" (in his own words, when I asked him what he did for a living, as we sat above his ridiculous 10-foot suspended plate-glass waterfall. In return, he kept asking me if I was one of the "nine Czech models" his friend had promised him would attend the party. I assured him that I was not, but he wasn't convinced.) Anyhow, this fellow knows how to throw a party. When we finally left at 4am, Jackie Chan still hadn't shown up (as someone said he would), but it was still a surreally-perfect evening of wine-sipping and skyscraper-gazing. At last we trundled down the consulate's private road, passing the turbaned guards at the gate, and said goodbye to the magic kingdom of the Seychelles.