You can tell it's Oscar season at Vanity Fair's offices because you begin to overhear members of staff having the following telephone conversation as you wander down the main corridor:
"Who? Oh my God! How the hell are you? I haven't heard from you in, like, 10 years, man."
Pause.
"Gee, I'd love to help but there's really nothing I can do. I'm not even invited myself. Sorry."