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Mr and Mrs Taki

Nothing Like a Dame

This was a real surprise—and on my birthday, Aug. 11, to boot: A grown man, whose parent...

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Better to Dream Than to Be Woke

Gstaad—I need it like Boris needs a bleach job. Another birthday, that is. Birthdays ten...

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Boats and Bastards

They used to say that the primary function of a boat was to be beautiful. I suppose that i...

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Greece Overboard

On board S/Y Puritan—I’m sailing off the charred eastern coast of Athens where so many...

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Ottessa Moshfegh

Stranger Than Nonfiction

Reading is the best antidote to debauchery I know of, and I’ve been hitting the books la...

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A Moveable Greek

I am seriously thinking of moving back to London. The family insists on it—New York, the...

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Porfirio Rubirosa

Dangerous Liaisons

What a great week it’s been, what a great mood I’m in; it is almost like being in bed&...

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Badminton House

It Takes Balls

Oh, to be in England, and almost die of heat after the Austrian Alps. Yes, Sarah Sands, wr...

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Salzburg, Austria

To the Future, and the Past

SCHLOSS WOLFSEGG—I was watching two very old men slowly approaching the open doors of th...

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Rose McGowan

Rose’s Tinted Glasses

I write this on my last day in the Bagel, and it sure is a scorcher. Heat and humidity so ...

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East Hampton, NY

Summers in the Hamptons

The feeling of summertime abandonment is here—the Hamptons are overflowing with mouth-fr...

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Ben Bradlee

J.F.K.s Pimp

NEW YORK, N.Y.—This week fifty years ago saw the assassination of Robert Kennedy, a man ...

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German Military Cemetery, Normandy

What Price Normandy?

Back in New York and digesting the five glorious days I spent in Normandy. What was the fi...

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Pegasus Bridge, Normandy

Café Dispatches

PEGASUS BRIDGE, NORMANDY—We’re taking morning coffee at the Gondree Café (skirting ...