Radar Writer Crashes New York’s Most Notorious Party Crasher’s Party


And, no, we’re not speaking of ourselves here. Radar spends roughly 3,000 words on its profile of Priyantha Silva, the often-belligerent Sri Lankan man who you’ll recall has a habit of impersonating, among others, Condé Nast editors to gain access into exclusive New York parties, only to pass out at them.

Rachel Jones spent weeks tagging along with Silva to parties in late August, only to spring on him later her intent to write a piece about him. His reaction:

“If you try to destroy me, I will totally destroy you,” he theatrically shouted as we waited for a table. “I will make it so that you never get a job in New York. You have no idea.” The maitre d’ flashed a nervous look. I told him that I wasn’t looking to destroy anybody — I just wanted to hear his side of the story. “I don’t really give a shit what you want,” Silva said, growing more agitated. “I want to get it for the record,” he added loudly, to the horror of nearby patrons. “The only reason I ever talked to you is because I want to have sex with you.”

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