Hilton's co-coach was Sean (P. Diddy) Combs. On Friday morning the hip-hop impresario strode across the marbled lobby of the Beverly Wilshire hotel, at the foot of Rodeo Drive, dressed as if he'd bought one of everything on the block. His diamond earrings resembled chandeliers for the ear—they were chandel-ears—and a silk pocket square billowed from his breast pocket like the detonated air bag of a Bentley.
Diddy, fielding questions at the Technology Summit, was asked if it will still be possible to make money from music in the age of Internet file-sharing. "If I had the answer to that," he replied, "somebody up here would be filthy rich." He shifted in his seat, allowing light to play off his diamond watch face, which had the shine and circumference of an Escalade hubcap. Then he added, "Even more rich than they are now."
The rapper concluded his answer, as so many others did in Los Angeles, by saying abruptly, "I really leave it up in God's hands." And with that, the buzzer sounded, and God versus Mammon was declared a deadlock.
It was Gloria in Excelsis Deo. On Rodeo.