The Malibu Coastal Conservation Gala was the kind of event that remembered itself differently depending on who was standing in it.
For the two hundred guests who arrived in the long, unhurried procession of California black tie, it was a beautiful evening at a cliff-side venue with excellent champagne and the specific social pleasure of being in a room full of people who had all agreed to be significant together for a few hours.
For the board members and foundation directors and city planning colleagues who had watched the Harrington Knight Foundation take shape over the past year, it was a recognition event. A milestone. The kind of evening that institutional organizations held to acknowledge that something had been built correctly and deserved to be named.
For me, it was something els
