I don’t care much for radical chic. It’s one thing if Ethel Kennedy wants to toss a picnic on her front lawn for the striking grape workers, but when it filters its way into rock and roll, it becomes distinctly distasteful. Ten years ago photographer Jerry Schatzberg gave a big party in his Park Avenue South studio. for the then-scruffy Rolling Stones and everyone was there. My only recollection of the evening was a sunglassed Bob ' Dylan leaning against the wall and looking pained as people he didn’t know came up to him to pay their respects. Lots of people were slumming that night; those were the days of discotheques with names like Ondine, 11 Mio, Le Club, and of course Arthur, where after awhile it wasn’t slumming anymore. Pop society. (Actually, the best slumming occurred when Steve Paul was publicist for the Peppermint Lounge in its heyday and got Judy Garland, The Duchess of Windsor, Greta Garbo and more, to come and Twist with Killer Joe Piro. But that’s another story.)

Anyway Baby Jane Holzer — who so enthusiastically embraced th6 Stones way back in 1964 — was on hand once again as Sly Stone got married in front of 20,000 people at Madison Square Garden. Oh, she probably yvasn’t at the actual concert — but she, and alot of others with names like Nan Kampner, Mrs. John Barry Ryan III, Halston, Andy Warhol, Clovis Ruffin,’Penelope Tree, Giorgio di Sant’ Angelo, Marion Javits and more sure were at the party afterwards at that little old lady hotel — The Waldorf Astoria. And here we thought the sixties were over.