[Ed. note: this article was originally published in the December 23-30, 1996 edition of The New York Observer.]

The sculptor Dane Peen returned to his SoHo loft at noon. He stumbled into the kitchen where Sonya, the Brazilian nanny, was cooking his 2-year-old son, Sting, a hard-boiled egg.

“Oh, Mister Peen,” Sonya said, Read More

[Ed. note: this article was originally published on December 2, 1996.]

Tyler Kydd enters the Ziegfeld movie theater three minutes before his new film, Gagged, begins. The lights are still on, but everybody is seated, and, as usual, the audience turns to stare at him as he follows his manager and the movie studio Read More

[Ed. note: this article was originally published on November 25th, 1996]

Tyler Kidd is in town and James Dieke is afraid. And excited.

To hear his wife, Winnie, tell it, James and the Famous Movie Star are old friends. “Tyler Kidd? Don’t even ask,” Winnie will say if somebody does ask (and they do, since Winnie Read More

There was an afternoon in September when Carrie was going someplace or another, and there was too much traffic and she got out of the cab and walked down the middle of Madison Avenue in an expensive pantsuit. Let’s face it, she thought: You own this town.

“Listen, sweetie,” Mr. Big had Read More

On Winnie Dieke’s 38th birthday, her husband James Dieke wakes up scared. Winnie Dieke wakes up depressed. Not that she has anything to be depressed about—she’s hit all her life landmarks (which could have been land mines) in style: first job at 22, Read More

This is a story about two people with jobs. Two people with very important jobs. Two very important people, with two very important jobs, who are married to each other and have exactly one child.

Meet James and Winnie Dieke (“pronounced ‘deek,’ not Read More

Janey Wilcox heard about Harold Vane, the billionaire, in the bathroom of a club. That was three years ago, and even though Harold turned out to be a little squeaker of a man, with his shiny round head and his ever-shiny shoes (he made the servants polish his Docksiders to a high sheen), he had Read More

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

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

“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

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 and Read More

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,” said Read More