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The uptown club scene was all the rage. New "hot" places constantly opened up. Shepherds was a very hot chic Egyptian-themed nightclub in the Drake Hotel. The Hippopotamus was very trendy for a while on the Upper Eastside as well. Once Studio 54 opened everything changed...
It was a gift from King Alfonso XII of Spain to his wife, the Archduchess Maria Christina of Austria, to mark their wedding
In the early seventies I had the honor of dating Mike Nichols. In no way is my remembrance meant to take away from the love he had for the fascinating and the cherished Diane Sawyer who also has been kind to me, but I feel sharing a historic moment about him is important and, sadly so, newsworthy.
Growing up at a time when the place of women in American society was undergoing sweeping changes and doors were opening for us into an uncertain future, we could look to her as a role model.
I am approaching 70 years of age and the question I am always asked is... "What is my secret to beautiful skin." The one and most important answer is "Consistency."
With the resoluteness of her Jackie O canary ensemble, Madeleine has faced hardships that'd make Whatever Happened to Baby Jane seem like a family comedy.
She loved books all her life and so to be involved with them was also to be absorbed in something meaningful. The point of
While stressing that Jackie fully expected to give birth at Walter Reed, the doctors agreed that the best secondary site was the hospital at Otis Air Force Base, a 12-minute ride by car from Squaw Island -- and less by helicopter.
Selections from Andy Warhol; Flash-November 22, 1963; Collection of Herbert Brito. © 2013 The Andy Warhol Foundation for
It's not exactly a revelation these days that JFK had an affair with Marilyn Monroe while president, but a new book is making
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I first fell in love with Grand Central Station when I took the 6 subway from Union Square every day in the early '80s. The Newsweek clock squeezed between two marble walls was a common meeting spot for me and my boyfriend-turned-fiancé-turned-husband.