You should always have an emergency crash pad lined up, devoid of annoying relatives or whiny younger siblings. What to do when the Tribeca Star, W Union Square, and the Hudson are all full? Here’s the need-to-know for holiday house-crashing. Give freely. They thought they...
Rufus’s weekly wine and beat poetry night with his weirdo anarchist poet cronies was starting in an hour at a speakeasy in Greenwich Village, and he was getting antsy. Croton was only an hour and a half from the city by train, and Jenny was anxious to ditch him, anyway, so she offered to take the...
Mr. Knoeder mumbled in his typical impossible-to-follow manner. “Archibald. Are you with me?” Nate hadn't done his homework. He wasn't even sure what day it was. He'd woken up, taken a shower, and wandered into school, hoping for some guidance. Now this asswipe of a teache...
- I thought we could use this list of guests of the ball Black-and-White - Serena continued, taking another stack of paper in the coffee table. - Of course I can add who you want. - Flow is at least? Serena faltered. If that was not going to say, Ka...
Mr. Frick was a great collector of European art, and after he died, the mansion was turned into a museum. The Virtue vs. Vice benefit was in the Living Hall, a large, oak-paneled room laid with a Persian carpet and displaying paintings by major sixteenth-century artists su...
announced Ms. Morgan as she navigated her cream-colored Mercedes into a circular pale-pink crushed-seashell driveway. Finally. After a grueling four hours stuck in traffic on the Long Island Expressway, they had finally arrived at the James-Morgan-Grossmans’ gray-shingled ...
She had to get back to her suite and sift through the packages she’d had delivered. She was particularly interested in revisiting the show-stopping wedding gown that had been her week’s biggest quarry: at ten thousand pounds it was a splurge, even for her, but it was so perfect that it was worth ...
Her room felt very quiet. Even Fifth Avenue was still, except for the occasional passing taxi. From where she sat on her big canopy bed, she could see the silver- framed photograph of her family, taken in Greece when she was twelve. The captain of the sailboat theyd chartered had taken the pictur...