The other night at the Chateau, Mitch Glazer told me a quintessential André Balazs story. That anecdote is a grain of colored sand in the mandala of the Chateau Marmont —André Balazs’ immoveable feast, his sanctuary, an impresario’s permanently impermanent design for living. I sat down with André for a colloquy about the dream castle that’s embossed on the collective consciousness of Hollywood. WAGNER: It’s a common brag in L.A. that someone says they’re the person who’s stayed the longest at the Chateau. But I wanted no distinction between my personal life and my business life, because I like people.