I suppose the latest most ostentatious, with the flashiest guests in the hundreds, garnished in garments so vulagr Grace Kelly would probably have a second stroke, were she alive, is the Bezos Venice spectacle. I seem to recall some kind of bubble dance in bikinis on the boat at some point. Plus the massive publicity, The Who is there and Who isn’t game all carefully calculated by a bevy of planners. The impression was not of fun or happiness, but a dogged hunt for greater fame, greater vulgarity, greater money- enough to let us all know, we don’t count. At least in their minds.