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The Ocean Swells: In the Pink at the Palm Beach Fair

Palm Beach is 90 minutes from South Beach by way of Highway I-95. But it is also, of course, a world away, at least a generation away, and it inhabits a whole different universe of shapes, sounds and colors. The colors of South Beach, for example--derived from the once superhot architectural outfit Arquitectonica via a Read More

The Mores, the Merrier! Primer for a New Politesse

Old-fashioned etiquette is alive and well and living in Palm Beach. While vacationing there last week, I saw the kind of extreme posturing and genuflection which one associates with 18th-century Versailles. Everywhere you look, there are doddering titans of industry kissing the backs of ladies’ hands and deftly inserting gilt dining chairs under lifted bottoms. Read More

George ’n’ Hilly, Back in Couples, Turn on the Doc

It was our fourth couple’s therapy session. Hilly and I weren’t so happy with the way the third one had gone … DR. SELMAN: So what’s the latest? GEORGE: I’ve decided that this time I’m not going to do all the talking, to let Hilly talk more. HILLY: Uh-oh …. And we wanted to ask Read More

Stung by a WASP! Still, I Love Palm Beach

Contemplating a second home in Florida? Struggling to decide between frowzy Palm Beach and freaky Miami Beach? Let me add to your confusion.

My husband Jonathan Adler and I spent last week in Florida, commuting back and forward between Palm Beach and Miami Beach. We are more than familiar with Palm Beach, owning, as we have Read More

Tipsy Good-Time Gal Strusts in Stilettos

Holly Dunlap, who wears a perma-tan, gold and exclamation marks, grew up in Scottsdale, Ariz., where her mother forbade her to wear black. "I grew up wearing basically all pink and green until I was a teenager," she said.

Dad was a real-estate developer; Mom covered the house head to toe in Lilly Pulitzer. "It was Read More

Society Flaps South

On a recent Friday afternoon, Manhattan society hostess and art collector Beth de Woody was sitting in Terminal 6 at John F. Kennedy International Airport, awaiting her JetBlue flight to Palm Beach, when she ran into Caroline Hirsch, owner of Caroline's Comedy Club, and her boyfriend, attorney Andrew Fox. "We were all hanging out in Read More

Goodbye to Saint Bart’s Frogs and Pests! Gimme a Nice, Clean Florida Condo

Stop it! Arrêtez-vous! Stop splurging your recreational dollars on midwinter jaunts to chi-chi, celeb-infested Saint Bart's-and start buying American! Yes, it's time to trade in the overpriced faux-bohemia of that Edith Piaf–sized French isle for the underpriced unpretentiousness of the Sunshine State. The trendy celeb-wattage of Saint Bart's may be reaching an all-time high- alter Read More

My Dinner With Gracie

One of the more festive meals I've had lately occurred at Noche, the relatively new Latin restaurant near Times Square. As flavorful as the food is, full disclosure requires me to admit that my opinion of the cuisine may have been shaded by the fact that I didn't have to pay for it. I'm pleased Read More

Wacky Plexi, Tea With Scaasi! My Palm Beach Story

Palm Beach is incredibly squishy. From the overstuffed couches at the Breakers Hotel, to the soft, luxurious velour slippers worn by the ubiquitous interior decorators, to the copious colostomy bags and thick, absorbent adult diapers worn by the old-guard WASP's as they gently crunch their sumptuously upholstered antique Rolls Royces into each other in the Read More

Martyrs, Saints and Queens: Rudnick’s Rude Entertainment

Paul Rudnick's Rude Entertainment for the esteemed Drama Dept. at Greenwich House Theater is like an enjoyably gay version of a Friars Club Roast. Whizzing through an evening that lasts just an hour and a half, his three one-act sketches, or playlets, celebrate the incorrect, outrageous glories of old-style queens, wickedly parody modern gay couples Read More


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