He may be the perfect blend of Keith Riichards and Vigo from Ghostbusters II. The pickled, indecipherable "artist", recent inheritor of some big bucks, and general gad about town known as Amor rides the fine line of
terminally cool rogue/creepy rotting corpse!
One night as I was taking an order at a table Amor rolls in looking like this:
He comes to say hi to me and interrupts me at my table by giving me a hug. As he walks away the bemused hedge funder at my table asks me if he was someone famous and then comments that "He was the coolest person I've ever seen in Greenwich!"
Now that he's relocated to Greenwich from Manhattan full time, we've gotten to meet some of the supporting cast of characters in his life. There's his "Gypsy Bitch" girlfriend who is less than half his age, Lola the chihuahua who is dressed in real diamonds and leather get ups and laps up wine from martini glasses and smokes those brown cigarettes (He's actually shown me video of this!! She growls when he pulls the cigarette from her mouth!!) and his youngest son, Sammy who kinda serves as his driver/body guard.
Once we found out his country of origin we've taken to affectionately calling him:
One of the bar regulars, a pretty straight laced "normal" guy, told us of a completely insane night of debauchery he had with Amor and he contributed his version of the living(?) legend:
He is a wild, hard drinking, chain smoking man of mystery with a bizarre accent and a wardrobe that Michael Jackson or any deposed emperor would envy!
rod, kennedy, jeff
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