Real estate has crumpled, prices have tanked, desperation is thriving and swagger is dead. But at one of the oldest, meanest, most gubernatorial, thoroughbred, pined-for co-ops on Fifth Avenue, choosiness lives on.
According to a source at 820 Fifth Avenue, the building has turned away real estate developer Jeff T. Blau, the self-made 41-year-old Read More
This past Monday, sitting in the massive library of his rented townhouse, the formidable old corporate raider Asher B. Edelman was kind enough to tell me about his place for an article I wrote yesterday.
But I asked about a rumor that he had once been rejected by the Read More
April 26: C’est moi, c’est moi , Phyllis Stine. Sorry I haven’t written lately. Think I’m going out of my head. Still recovering from chafed neck which resulted from carrying white Prada shoulder bag slung across the torso as advertised. Consulted skin specialist Dr. Patricia Wexler, who says I take fashion too literally. Read More
Nov. 3. Dear Diary. Had no intention of attending New York fashion week at Chelsea Piers, except a couple of shows. Frankly, if you spent as much time as I did in New Jersey trying to get to Manhattan, there is no reason on God’s green earth ever to go so near the Hudson River Read More