Neighborhood: SoHo I and SoHo II (his affectionate names for his London and New York addresses respectively)
Age: Like Jesus, 33.
Occupation: Power forward on the company polo team.
Rent: Loved the original Broadway production; shrieked like a petite fille when he found out it was loosely based on La Bohème.
Profile: He may be French and there’s a slim chance he’s Brazilian, but you can never get close enough to him to tell, as he’s always surrounded by long-legged cheekbones of both sexes, with scarves tied up in the most elaborate ways. Some say his money comes from Argentine beef while others think it’s all “postwar German industrial money,” if you know what we mean. (Fine, Nazis. There, we said it. We think it might be Nazi money.)
Under $30: On a lark, he once gavotted down into the subway to see how the other 99th lives and almost threw up at the prospect of touching the train poles. Maybe if he had a “Metrogrip,” the new portable straphanger, he’d get to like commuting. (Arthur’s, 13 E. 13th St, $5)
Surefire: The one thing he truly loves, beyond all the glamour and chintz, is that yippy little dog creature that travels with him everywhere, Pablito. So he’ll love accessorizing the pooch with a Paul Smith designer leash with matching collar. (754 Fifth Ave, $250)
The Ultimate Fantasy Gift: He can buy whatever he wants, but lately, he’s getting a little tired of finding interesting things to buy. An obscure, 1960s Japanese pressing of Edith Piaf’s Hymne a L’Amour features weird packaging and allegedly sounds better. ($60, eil.com)
The Counterintuitive Gift: He loves “American eep-opp” culture, so see if he’ll put his money where his mouth is by donning a signature Avirex jacket (652 Broadway, $395)