[Ed. note: this article was originally published on April 15, 1996]
Carrie went to Aspen by Learjet. She wore the white mink coat, a short dress and white patent-leather boots. It seemed like the thing to wear on a Learjet but it wasn’t. The other people she was traveling with, the ones Read More
[Ed. note: this articles was originally published on March 25th, 1996]
There are things worse than being 35, single and female in New York. Like: being 25, single and female in New York.
It’s a rite of passage few women would want to repeat. It’s about sleeping with the wrong men, wearing the Read More
Carrie was walking out of Bergdorf’s when she ran into Bunny Entwistle.
“Sweetie!” Bunny said. “I haven’t seen you for years. You look great!”
“You, too,” Carrie said.
“You must have lunch with me.” Bunny tossed her white-blonde hair over the shoulder of her sable coat. “I haven’t been in New York Read More
[Ed. note: this article was originally published in Dec. 25, 1995 - Jan. 1, 1996 issue of The New York Observer.]
Christmas season in New York. The parties. The star on 57th Street. The tree. Most of the time, it’s never the way it should be. But once in a while, something happens Read More
[Ed. note: this article was originally published on December 11th, 1995.]
In the last few weeks, several seemingly unrelated yet similar incidents occurred.
“Simon Piperstock,” 52, the owner of a software company, was lying in bed in his plush two-bedroom apartment, nursing the flu, when the phone rang.
“You piece of shit,” Read More
[Ed. note: this article was originally publised on October 30th, 1995.]
Mr. Big calls, only a little pissed off, from China. He’d sent his luggage via an express delivery service and now it’s lost, and he’s sitting in his hotel room with only a pair of jeans and a shirt and no clean underwear. Read More
[Ed. note: this articles was originally published on Oct. 9, 1995.]
A couple of months ago, an announcement appeared in The New York Times that Cindy Ryan (not her real name) had gotten married. There was nothing particularly interesting or unusual about it, except to people who had known Cindy and had lost contact Read More
[Ed. note: this article was originally published on August 21st, 1995]
The city’s in heat. Days of 90-plus-degree weather strung together one after the other. Everyone is cranky. No one can work. Women wear almost nothing. August is the month New Yorkers think about sex more than all the other 11 months combined. Everyone is Read More
[Ed. note: this article was originally published on August 14th, 1995.]
On a recent afternoon, four women met at an Upper East Side restaurant to discuss what it was like to be an extremely beautiful young woman in New York City. About what it was like to be sought after, paid for, bothered, envied, Read More
[Ed. note: This article was originally published on July 25th, 2007.]
Sex in the Hamptons is a lot like sex in Manhattan—except it’s not. Odd couplings and brief flings, which in the city might raise an eyebrow, are somehow forgiven out on the East End. And these amours fous are not like those, say, which Read More