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New York, N.Y.

Time to Fly Away

NEW YORK—At times I used to think the place was real. The New York of films, that is. Th...

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Only in New York

What I should have done is gone out and bought a lottery ticket. I’ll explain: The snow ...

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Grandfather Clause

NEW YORK—A little Austrian count was born to my daughter last week in Salzburg, early in...

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Outrage All Around

NEW YORK—An old-fashioned party is a gathering of friends invited by the host or hostess...

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Never Fuhgeddaboudit

NEW YORK— I now know it by heart. Brooklyn Heights, that is. It takes 35 minutes by cab ...

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Brooklyn Bridge, NY

Stale Bagel

NEW YORK—In the dark she still looks good. The mystery and magnetism linger until dawn, ...

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New York, NY

Watch Your Mouth

There is fear and loathing in this city, with men looking over their shoulders for the tho...

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Countess Maya von Schoenburg

Teutonic Tales

The bells are ringing, the bells are ringing, ding-dong, ding-dong. The cows are down from...


Ronan Farrow

London, Under One Condition

To London for much too brief a visit for a wedding, lunch with commodore Tim Hoare, and a ...

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Soc, Witt, and Taki

The grandest view of Gstaad and the surrounding Saanen valley bar none—and that includes...

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Who the Hell is Manny Klein?

Perception and reality, truth and falsehood, black and white; nowadays the salivating chat...

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Serena Williams

Reading and Raging

A letter from a reader in South Africa mentions that the writer’s father insisted a whit...

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Greece Isn’t Back, but Taki Is

Some jerk know-nothing writes in an unreadable American newspaper that Greece is back—At...

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Gstaad Rot

GSTAAD—The pastoral heaven of this place can get very dull during the summer months. Gre...