In this piece, Joe Hagan finds himself unexpectedly aboard the Luminara, a superyacht belonging to the Ritz-Carlton Yacht Collection. On the “mother of all influencer trips,” Hagan finds himself thrown in with a bunch of A-listers who are not holding back. The resulting report is a fascinating spectacle—but also a commentary on the vast chasm between rich and poor.

Orlando Bloom, fresh from his own breakup, comes by our table, bringing Sarah Jane a tequila and lingering with a rakish smile. “We have been friends for a while, and he and his ex just broke up,” she says, swatting away speculation, not naming Katy Perry.

Sarah Jane defends Sanchéz-Bezos, whose wedding ceremony in Venice was fodder for populist outrage, and which Sarah Jane insists was just a normal, plain-Jane affair, nothing fancy. And hey, if the supercouple wanted to blow an estimated $50 million on pajama parties and soap-sudded revels on their yacht, the Koru, then so what. “I guess [Jeff Bezos] is the top of the richest people, but, like, there are a lot of big people where it’s like, yeah, it should be like that,” she says. “He made it fucking big. And, like, they’ve been in love for, like, years or something. They are so secure and real.”

If the press was going to attack her friend as emblematic of the age of oligarchs, well, Sánchez “doesn’t give a fuck; it’s fuel,” says Sarah Jane. “I find that so inspiring.”

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